The Sydney Moister Hareld ____________ _____________________ ____________________________ First Run 1967 O N O N . A L W A Y S . Number 2420 November 18, 2013 White-water running: wading not drowning When at last a soggy Choice emerged from a soaking night among the flooded forbidden biddens of Forestville--it was from PeeDub’s armoured personnel carrier. What th’? Our Choice, like a Canadian salmon (apols to Kit’n’Yak) had opted to abandon the goddamp trail. Struggling upstream, clambering onto Wakehurst Parkway, he was fortuitously found floundering by the Hash humor-monger rehearsing a few gags with only Mrs Palm to keep him company. The Dub was Dubbo-bound, yet with no thought of himself returned Choice to the birth canal of this cleverly crafted run of rivulets and run-offs, to find a moist and lonely Trailmaster Moishe anxious, motionless, peering expectantly into the maelstrom, concernedly sipping the last dregs of the bucket, enjoying a quiet smoke and a good lie down. Chk Choice’s fearless selfie GPS tracking his actual route (att)..this Poshman will not give up! Hours prior to this climactic conclusion to the excellent work of Wombat and Tyre Fruck, the pack was visibly shaken at the start by the vision of President Music, clad as if ready to flounce on a float in the St Patrick’s Gay Mardi Gras, in four-leaf-clover green (think Hill of Grace projectile vomiting after Kuala Lumpur’s Full Moon Hash run, without the lumpy bits—ok, you had to be there), shorts, shoes and jock-strap. Or was the Kermit costume a Presidential nose-thumb at accusations of a puppet administration? Clearly anticipating a right drubbing, Col Sanders, Philthy, Hoarse and Virginus plunged into the blackbeard of bush from Cannons Parade. Soon soaked to the skin the boys slithered and slid, forming a slippery snail trail with 4X its head. This was a head still soaked in Krug champagne after son Matt’s multi-million dollar float (there’s that word again) of Freelancer last Friday. If you’re setting the wettest run of the year, then where better to do so than Forestville close to Bantry Bay, Manly Dam and Mt Ararat Reserve? Think Noah. As they splashed and squished together, couples such as old C dog Capt Bligh (about to up digs and go down to the sea at C—that’s Clontarf), and Khyber who as everyone knows discovered and named the Currie Track Pass after his hemorrhoid last century, sure-footedly ascended same Pass against the on-rushing floodwaters. Not surprising the memory fades a bit and he was soon also stumbling frew the fickening fronds. Not so lucky was Goanna who battled with that nasty bed of quick-sand (surprisingly slow, but inexorable, in sucking Hashmen off the bitumen—oooh!--and into oblivion. Some others may still be missing). Once more the de-fib enjoyed an uneventful outing, top work Payling. Superglue, never viscous, slid round the trail together with Kitty littering the landscape with epithets of ease. Despite mumblings of an anticipated 40 minute lite run these veterans produced a superfine exercise. With no hope of setting the course early and then relaxing in the twilight for the hounds to start baying, the uncomplaining Hares reset the trail up to the 6:30 bugle. Then Fruck and Womb wisely abandoned the proposed OnOn on-site banquet, and the Pack beat a tasty retreat to the Forestville Rissole. Seems there was free beer for those first in, but the work of trailmasters and scribes precludes the possibility of soaking up complimentary suds, unless a caring Pres presses a cleanser into their eager mitts (which was gratefully gulleted). DownDowns were awarded to six of the best: the appreciated Hares, Tyre Fruck & Wombat, S-Bends whose new knees are looking for a fair maiden to test them upon, Nautilus, who is engaged (to be married,.does Kathie know about this?), date in February TBA so that all Poshmen can clear their calendars to attend and hoover down some of his exotic booze in celebration, Foxie Facie who, incredibly visited Prague and did not climb the famous clock tower (didn’t have time was his minute, second-hand excuse) and Poly whose birthday was a notable Something4 and who doesn’t look a day over Something3&1/2. Original jokes were dispensed by Music, Wombat, S-Bends & TToc (No Dub, since rehearsals were dumped--see above). * STOP PRESS --OnOnTToc With contributions from world-wide sources, Changi and KLitter. (Picture album below)
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 22:06:11 +0000
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