Hash Trash 2250 | Hare Highness Eager from the Legacy Park Community Hub, Queens Domian

Volume 42, Issue 25 | October 9, 2023


NEXT RUN | 16 October 2023
Run 2251 from Mount Stuart Park, Benjafield Terrace, Mount Stuart
Hare: Gingernuts
Cost $12 – drinks provided, bring you own barbecue food


RECEDING HARELINE

Run No.DateHare ApparentOn On
225223 OctSir EveGeilston Bay BBQ area
225330 OctMiss Bling and Mr Bean
Halloween theme
TBA
22546 NovHare needed
225513 NovHands OnSeven Mile Beach
HARES NEEDED – SEE FRINGE BENEFITS BEFORE SHE SEES YOU!

KEEPING THE BASTARDS HONEST

Hares in 2023-24. Make sure that your name appears on this list at least once! (Twice if you’re a Co-Hare)

  • Arsecutter
  • Bad News (2*)
  • Can’t Stop
  • Coupla Weeks
  • Dishlicker
  • Eager (4)
  • Eve
  • Grassroots
  • Grizzly (2)
  • Honkers
  • In the Raw
  • KKK
  • Limp
  • Next Week (2)
  • Pole Dancer
  • Prawn Star
  • Prickit*
  • Rigor Mortis
  • Robin Hood (2*)
  • Sonar*
  • Snack Bar (2)
  • Ted Bullpit
  • Thrill Seeker
  • W3 (2*)

* Co-Hared trail


UP AND CUMMING

25 December 2023 | Christmas Day Hash
29 February 2024 | Leap Year H3 Run 8 (as set by the Phantom Hasher!)
8-10 March 2024 | Interhash 2024, Queenstown, New Zealand
28-30 March 2025 | Aussie Nash Hash 2025, Fremantle


RUN REPORT

Some tired-looking bodies fronted up, post-Oktoberfest, and were supplimented by a much fresher bunch, eager to get the goss from the weekend. There was a bit of ‘what happens on tour’, but in reality the H5 Oktoberfest was a blur for many, with only vague recollections of drinking too much and doing stupid things.

Just a normal Hash away weekend.

Hare Highness Eager stepped up for her fourth gig as Hare in eight days, although the Oktoberfest recovery run was probably too… condensed… to count for all but the most tragic of Stravathletes.

Another misty afternoon brought out the usual array of umbrellas and rain jackets – including Contessa Coupla Weeks‘ bright orange, full body condom – none of which were required as IT NEVER RAINS ON A HASH TRAIL!

While the runners were set off to try and get lost without the assistance of Pole Dancer, the walkers were kept in the Loop by Hare Highness. The trail was kind on those bodies that were still in recovery mode, until it wasn’t. A sudden turn uphill was as expected as it was unwelcome, climbing to the highest point of the Domain.

Okay, in the scheme of things, the highest point of the Domain isn’t that high. It’s about the height of a lemon-scented gum tree (Corymbia citriodora) or about three giraffes, but to tired legs it felt that it was as high as 46 clones of Cracker standing on top of each other.

[I won’t suggest that 46 clones of Cracker standing on top of each other is actually way smaller than 35 metres*; that’s for you to do.]

* measuring in at just over 8.7m, in total

Hare Highness‘ penchant for setting Master Checks on her trails is well known, and equally well ignored. This time, however, even serial creeps Triple-K and Sir Eve waited and admired the view until Gov’nor Honkers had found the 20 cents he had dropped, before sprinting away.

Maybe not quite sprinting. More like ‘mincing’.

There was a moment of awkwardness at the Master Check, as Clearfell stood talking to Coupla Weeks about performance advantages of the rotary wankel engine, before realising that he was conversing with a discarded prophylactic, rather than a Hasher wearing a redundant orange garbage bag.

Neither had a lot to say about rotary engines.

The descent was as sudden as the rise, but seemingly largely unplanned as we made our way through fuel reduction burned bushland, while doing our best to avoid tea tree punji stakes.

Another Master Check, at which we were joined by the runners, who HAD managed to get lost without the assistance of Pole Dancer.

From that point it was pretty much every Hasher for themselves. The Dick brothers were obviously keen to get back to the Eskys full of unpronounceables, but for the rest it was a leisurely stroll or jog. Or slog.

A good trail from the super-sub, Hare Highness, and a good way to ward off the evil spirits that lurk after an away weekend.

Back at the Hub, Next Week had the FireMaster 5000 ablaze and the CharMaster 3000 ready to receive sacrifices to the lesser gods of barbecuing. Mr Bean set about producing a gourmet meal of emulsified high-fat offal tubes with spiced, steamed and sauced pulses, encased in elongated baked goods. I would have said that it was a chilli hot dog, but it was on a plate and being eaten with cutlery, so it can’t have bean that.

The circle was boisterous and good fun – well done TicToc and Snack Bar – and I went home feeling more energised and content than when I started.

On! On!
Grizzly



SKOLS

  • Her Highness Eager – Hare. Again.
  • Just Kidding – getting ‘the girls’ out at a wedding.
  • Organ Grinder – Hashy birthday – two of them, apparently.
  • Prawn Star – Hash celebrant for hire. Will do weddings, funerals and circumcisions.
  • Cracker – has her own ‘special’ toilet at the Hub.
  • Mr Bean – killing Prawn Star with his ‘pickle’.
  • Contessa Coupla Weeks – dressed as a condom to ward off the ‘rain’, found a spare one (slighlty used) at the car park MC.
  • Rigor Mortis and Bad News – too much condom sex talk.
  • Triple-K – FRB jacket holder.
  • Magic Touch – mother hen, looking after the ‘Dick brothers’.
  • …and other skols I forgot to write down.

HASH FLASH

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