NEXT RUN | 2 June 2025 Run 2339 from Kingston Hotel, 14 Channel Highway, Kingston Hare: Cant Stop Cost: $5 Buy own Meal & Drinks
RECEDING HARELINE
Run No.
Date
Hare Apparent
On On
2340
9 June
Eveready
(Kings Birthday Holiday), TBC
2341
16 June
Rigor Mortis
TBC
2342
23 June
Lord Limp
TBC
HARES NEEDED – SEEPRICKIT, BEFORE SHE SEES YOU!
KEEPING THE BASTARDS HONEST
Hares in 2025-26. Make sure that your name appears on this list at least once! (Twice if you’re a Co-Hare†)
Sir Eve
Growler
Sonar
UP AND CUMMING 7 – 8 June 2025 | Chardonnay Highland Fling, Tullah Fri 10, Sat 11 & 12 October – Oktoberfest @ Tamar Valley Resort, Grindelwald – (details to come) 8-10 May 2026 | Interhash 2026, Yogyakarta, Indonesia
RUN 2338 REPORT
Founded in 1880 as the Derwent Sailing Boat Club, the RYCT has been a key part of the Tasmanian sailing community for over a century. In 1910, the club was granted royal patronage by King Edward VII, officially becoming the Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania. Over the decades, the RYCT has played a central role in hosting local, national, and international sailing events, including the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race Joint Hobart Hash Clubs Charity Run for Genealogical Cancer Research.
I am glad I decided to head into town early from the Eastern Shore as I met the Peak Hour traffic. It is nice to be retired, but you didn’t want to be listening to be as I berated the f’wits that shouldn’t be allowed a driving licence. I digress as the 15 minutes it took me from the Cenotaph to Sandy Bay Rd wasn’t really that long, but I was really looking forward to a pre-run Schooner of the White Rabbit Dark Ale.
The Joint Hobart Hash Clubs Run provides much needed funds towards Genealogical Cancer Research. Several Hashers have been directly and indirectly through these diseases and it was good to see a turnout of 37 Hashers on H5’s books for this run. Most Hashers arrived early and were ready to pay our Hash Cash’s, but they were nowhere in sight, eventually rolling up and taking over the job from the interim Grizzly. Oh the joys of being GM.
A lot of memorable Hashers were here including Silent P from Harem, Unstoppable from Adelaide Hash, CoUNT ZERO and Comfortably Dumb returned (not being put off by her Naming).
As 6.30 neared we were given a speech from H4 regarding the night and it significance and a rough description of the trail. We were away out the door and to the left towards the Casino. Crossing Sandy Bay Rd, through the Queenborough Ovals and into Lambert Gully Reserve to Churchhill Avenue.
A fair slog along Churchill Avenue before working our way down to Sandy Bay Rd at the Lipscombe Larder.
The trail basically went then along Sandy Bay Road to the On Home with the runners coming past at this stage. The walk being for me about 5.5km.
Dog thinks: This is embarrassing, I’m going to piss on French Tickler later in the car for doing this
On a side note, we should keep our eyes open on trail, both looking for trail and out for our fellow Hashers. Nearly home I spotted Cookie from H4 at the University corner very unstable on his feet as he fell over. His balance was off. Both Spoof and I walked him back to the venue, where a Ginger Beer helped stabilize him, his balance came back. Just pays to look around about a bit when on the trail.
Also if you haven’t seen tucked away elsewhere here. Oktoberfest will be Friday 10th to Sunday 12 October this year and the location is at the Tamar Valley Resort @ Grindelwald. More details will be forthcoming from the JM’s in due course.
On! On! Sir Eve
SKOLS – Stunned Mullet, Organ Grinder & H4 Lips
Thanks to all clubs attending: H4, H5, Posh, Harem, Chardonnay, Full Moon etc.
Alison from the Royal Hobart Hospital accepted the cheque the 4th year of us holding this event
Country Members: Woodstock. (only 1 song)
Sheeps Head: retiring from the watch repair business after many years
Visitor from Adelaide:Unstoppable (nothing to do in Hobart)
Trembles: didn’t like the Calamari Ring at the DSS, was an Onion Ring
Spoof, Bee’s Dick, Sonar: IDIOT awards, all fell over on trail
Sonar & PrickleDo: Thief & the Pauper – 21 years ago PrickleDo’s 200th run Mug was awarded and went missing – Sonar has it.
Hagar: Port Adelaide, teeth taken out, put back in
Bee’s Dick and Dish Licker: 2 athletes sprinting off, steaming bald heads under the outdoor umbrellas.
Dog Shit: supporter of the worst club in the AFL (Port Adelaide).
Spoof & Pole Dancer: parking failures of both in car parks.
Ferret & Murray the Rat:both 800 H4 Runs each
Hares: from H4, a good trail again
South Hobart Butchery donated all the meat, please support
A masked man goes into a sperm bank, points a gun at the woman behind the counter, and says, “Open the safe.” She says, “This isn’t a real bank; it’s a sperm bank.” He says, “Open the safe or I’ll shoot.” She opens the safe, and he says, “Now take one of the bottles and drink it.” After she opens the bottle and drinks it, he takes off his mask and the woman realizes the robber is her husband. He says, “Now you see? It’s not so difficult, is it?”
A man goes into a shop and starts looking around. He sees a washer and dryer but there are no prices listed on them. He asks a salesman who says, “Five dollars for both of them.” “You’ve got to be joking!” the man says. “No, that’s the price,” the salesman says. “Do you want to buy them or not?” “Yeah, I’ll take them,” the man says. He continues to look around and sees a car stereo system with a detachable face cassette player, a CD changer, amplifier, and speakers. “How much?” he asks. “Five dollars for the system, including installation,” the salesman says. “Is it stolen?” the man asks incredulously. “No,” says the salesman, “It’s brand new. Do you want it or not?” “Certainly,” the man says. He looks around some more. As the salesman is ringing up the purchases, the man asks him, “Why are your prices so cheap?” The salesman says, “Well, the owner of the shop is at my house right now with my wife, and what he’s doing to her, I’m doing to his business!”
Coupla Weeks flies back to Canada on a jumbo jet and is just coming into the Toronto Airport on its final approach. The pilot comes on the intercom, “This is your captain. We’re on our final descent into Toronto. I want to thank you for flying with us today and I hope you enjoy your stay in Toronto.” He forgets to switch off the intercom. Now the whole plane can hear his conversation from the cockpit. The co-pilot says to the pilot, “Well, skipper, what are you going to do in Toronto?” “Well,” says the pilot, “first I’m going to check into the hotel and have a dump, after which I’m going to take that new stewardess with the huge tits out for dinner. And then, after dinner and a few drinks, I’ll take her back to my room and have sex with her all night.” Everyone on the plane hears this and immediately begins looking up and down the aisles trying to get a look at the new stewardess. Meanwhile the new stewardess is at the very back of the plane. She’s so embarrassed that she starts to run to try and get to the cockpit to turn the intercom off. Halfway down the aisle, she trips over Coupla Week’s bag and down she goes. The Coupla Weeks leans over and says, “No need to hurry, dear. He’s got to take a shit first.”
A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey and orders a drink. While he’s drinking, the monkey jumps all around the place. The monkey grabs some olives off of the bar and eats them, then grabs some sliced limes and eats them. He then jumps onto the pool table, grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it into his mouth, and to everyone’s amazement, somehow swallows it whole! The bartender screams at the guy, “Did you see what your monkey just did?” The guy says, “No. What?” “He just ate the cue ball off my pool table… WHOLE!” “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me,” replies the guy. “He eats everything in sight. The little bastard. Sorry, I’ll pay for the cue ball and stuff.” He finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate, and then leaves. Two weeks later he’s in the bar again, and has his monkey with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the man is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar, grabs it, sticks it up its ass, pulls it out, and then eats it. The bartender is disgusted. “Did you see what your monkey did?” he asks. “No. What?” asks the guy. “Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry up his ass, pulled it out, and ate it!” said the bartender. “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me,” replies the guy. “He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he swallowed that cue ball, he measures things first!!”
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