Saturday 3 February 2001, 11 am
Venue: Belham Valley Bridge
Hares:
Newcomers/Visitors:
- Olive Oyl (Anne Jackson) and Popeye (Steve Jackson), guests from the Antigua Hash.
- Ellen, Karen, Joan and Vince
- Art, Val, Brian, Steve and Ros
- Jerard - with a second for drinking too soon
- Rexford
Misdemeanours:
- Julia - for improper footware
- Cedric and Moosedick - for leading members of the pack to Danny and Margaret's
- Simon Carn, the FRB's last hash, leaving to get married without permission
- Grant and Ellen - for aiding and abetting (holding hands)
- Hares for setting part of the trail from the car
- Rexford for not stopping at a false trail, for not calling it a false trail, for making an enormous short-cut and then believing he had done nothing wrong
Run No 3
An earlier than usual start so the visiting antigua hashers could get to Montserrat and back in a day. An excellent turnout with 27 hashers and one big furry dog. The pack set off from the dustbowl of belham River valley and headed at blistering pace towards the isles bay plantation. A muscle-searing ascent up the first hill soon split the pack up which did not bode well for the rest of the run/walk. Simon, as usual, was doing his gazelle-like front running, but soon found himself behind the walkers thanks to a couple of devious and long falsies. very satisfying. art, in the meantime, found that his steady and methodical don't-stop-running-at-all-costs style was producing dividends by keeping towards the front of the pack but just far enough behind the first few to avoid doing the checks. A real hasher in the making. Other sensible hashers included Ellen, Grant, Simon, Ros, Valerie, Alex and Anne Marie for knowing when to linger long enough for the hares to let them know the short-cuts and which were the false trails. Less sensible was Rexford who, seeing one of the hares with a beer demanded that he have it (fair enough, he's big and there are not enough bars in Montserrat to upset one of the patrons), but then went gurgling down a false trail past Rusty's house not to be seen until after the run. Later he claimed not to have seen the false trail bar.
Taking of bars, it was noted that several hashers, led astray by one hockey-playing long-appendage-named Canadian, adjourned the run for beers at Danny and Margaret's. This sort of behaviour is to be highly commended and it is encouraging that the Commissioner of Police took it upon himself to personally and selflessly oversee this act of hashing prowess.
Whilst the walkers were quenching their scarcely earned thirst, Rusty was chugging along with all the signs of an imminent pulmonary failure. Anxious enquiries into his above normal state of distress were answered with garbled mutterings about Rexford and rum and late night. Tony, on the other hand, seemed distinctly less disturbed and one can only assume that Mr Carib had been kind in the night. Glen, was in usual high spirits, but couldn't seem to get the words 'on on' or 'checking' out. he was rightly admonished later for this serious non-calling misdemeanor (thank you Ellen for pointing this out.) The Antigua hashers were also showing their mettle by doing all of the run; all the more worthy considering they have little idea of what hills looks like. They were probably propelled by the guilt of failing to bring over any English bacon or sausages...
Finally the front runners made it back to the welcome sanctuary of the Belham Valley. Eager expectations of refreshment were dashed by the absence of the beer wagon, indeed any of the hares. Later it transpired that the hares' car had developed a puncture and needed urgent repairing. Rumours that the tyre damage had been caused by the hares' setting the trail over rough terrain in the car were, of course, totally untrue.
During the on-on, the Grand Master was at last given a name and will henceforth be known as Papa (Smurf).
Venue for run no 4 is the area next to the delta container south of the Montserrat National Trust, hares are Rusty Bollocks and Tony Goff, date 10th March, time 10.00 am.
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