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KALAHARI HASH HOUSE HARRIERS
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K3H Mismanagement
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Random Hash Reflections – warts, mishtakes and all Four weeks back from
holidays and time for a few reflections on the recent past, the immediate
future and the time to come. First up, Run
No. 1290 - Easter Monday and fresh and portly from three weeks of
overindulgence in the land of perennial weather, it was time to dust off the
crusty old jockstrap (must wash it one of these years. Ed), put on the even
older takkies and get meself
and herself out to Kgale Siding for another
masterpiece from SECOND COMING and VIAGRA (or should that be VIAGRETTE). A bit late, but as SPACE CADET was
immediately behind and the Hash demonstrated its usual reluctance to start without
yours truly, there was still time to sign up, loosen up the ever stiffening
sinews (sinews RIPPER – sinews – mind like sewer that one Ed.) before
lumbering into a steady gallop and following the FRB’s
right up the first of many backchecks. Once across the railway the trail wend a
circuitous route through scrub bush and past sundry dwellings, with the
regular checks, false trails and backchecks turning
the pack around. Just occasionally the trail appeared to disappear (“Don’t
look at me” quoth SECOND COMING “I didn’t set this
bit”), but eventually a recent first for 2007, the trail led up – yes up – a
small hill to pause amongst a cluster of rocks in a wooded glade. Hold Check whilst the dafter souls climbed
to a view point at the rocky summit.
“Ooh look – there’s the dam” and other cries of wondrous delight
echoed across the landscape, before all regained the CHECK and with a little
searching found the out trail for an gentle amble to the BEER STOP!!! Welcome break for a cold tinnie and a chance to marvel at the RIPPER falling over
without taking a drink. From the BEER
STOP it was a short stroll to the L/S split and ON IN to the beer. Excellent run to round off the Easter
Weekend. In the circle, enlivened with Gin Jelly,
Tamara and Indra were duly christened SMOKEY and
THE BANDIT and Phil and Nancy were awarded the distinctive hash handles of
STANLEY (a.k.a Dr Livingstone I Presume) and
BLIKSEM. Circle over,
distribution of chocolate Easter Eggs, social drinking and all around the
tables for a braai.
Out came the schnapps, mampoer, etc and away
went the senses. A satisfactory
end to the weekend and welcome back!!! Second up –Run
1291 - well I
missed that one as the option of joining an old friend in celebrating three
score proved to be more attractive. Third up – Run
1292. From SMOKEY’S Den in the Village
the trail first made for the Old Prison before circling around with some
tricky false trails to a check outside the Village “Mall?”. Trail went three different ways before the
real trail was raised round the back of the petrol station and gently motored
on into the local forest. Here it
became clear that the Hares were just a tad short of local knowledge as the
trail lead deeper into the woods (No bears picnicking today) before circling
back to where it all started at the back of the petrol station. – (“Take a
memo Miss Moneypenny – there is an impenetrable
fence circumbobulating the woods) - hence the
scuffed trail marks as the Hares had attempted disguise their balls up. Quiet amusement
and a bit o’ cussing as the FRB’s and the Chatpack past each other within metres going in opposite
directions on opposite sides of the impenetrable fence – impenetrable to all
except JOCK and Lars who engaging Warthog mode made like a flatdog and slid under same fence, courtesy of a handy
slit trench. On round the
back of the Gabs Club, past the university and eventually ON IN to the …. Well it would have been
nice if the was beer at the end of the rainbow but it appeared that keys to
the Beerwagon were still out on trail!!! A rapidly dessicating pack had no option but to stand around making
small talk and cursing – except for JOCK who had brought his own – gradually
weakening until some hours later the keys appeared and all was well with the
world again. Circle up – the Hashendales - THE BANDIT, CATTLEPROD and ROADKILL (what
is this Dildo brand he has on his shorts?) were all sinned for displaying
their bodies – or not in CATTLEPRODS case. Various other sins
given out in an attempt to get rid of four month-old Sangria (plenty of body
with all the dead bees, etc that found it enticing.). Circle over and one option was to head for
the Dulce Café – mental note from those what took this option – explain in works of one
syllable to SMOKEY that unlicenced doesn’t mean the
owner can’t drive but “NO BEER”. Good lung
clearing run!!! Fourth up: Run
1293 – Behind the Oasis Motel – What an amazingly brilliant run. A fresh post-cold
front morning with the smoke from the burning rubbish-tip climbing gracefully
into the sky. Eventually SPACE CADET
turns up and off the pack went into the depths of scrub and woodland twisting
and turning, past the “It’s not dead it just resting” dog, hither and
thither, down the fence line – wrong way – back into the thorn scrub, more backchecks, through a hole in the fence into the quarry –
wrong way - back into the thorn scrub – wrong way - through the front
entrance to the quarry, up and down the moonscape hillocks, limbo under the
fence and away on the L/S options. The
L option ran on through long and short scrub, down an ancient elephant trail in
and out of a riverbed and eventually ON! IN! to the
beer – keys on time this time. Good
Hash country that had not been visited for some time. Visitors from Jaccy
Hash welcomed, sins awarded.
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