Monday 1 July 2013
Rowney Warren, Chicksands
Hares: Capt F and Shagpile
HASHERS: 23 ANKLE BITERS: 2 MUTTS: 1 APRES: 2
Spot the runner
Frau, Hashit, proud
"Don't jump off the roof Dad"
A live-haring-from-the-middle-of-the-pack run [Dep Ed].
It had all the makings of The Best Run Ever Laid (by Capt F and Shagpile) in Rowney Warren. Unlike the previous years, the weather was kind to us, the sun shone and the birds tweeted. The woods were busy with dog walkers and at least two packs of cubs/beavers/scouts/viet cong.
After dealing with a severe congestion problem in the car parking area, the pack set off across the road in search of the trail. The first falsie decoyed the FRBs and left an opportunity for Kisses Anytime and Frau KR to take the lead. "A rare event" said Fat Controller. Down into the valley went the trail. A few late arrivals caught up in the shape of Lush, Underlay, Cardiac, Szyslak and Biggles. These last two were by far the fittest hounds in the pack and did just about all of the front running from then on.
Submissive (no photos please!) and Shufflecock dashed off on two different false trails before the FRBs found the real route. Shortly after this some doubt about the trail's way began to creep into both the hare's minds [a hare with multiple minds? Scary! - Dep Ed]. As anyone who has laid a run in Rowney Warren in summertime will tell you, one tree looks much like another, so there was a fair chance that hares may become confused as to where trail went. Capt Fantaaastic whispered that a secret, secondary trail marking should have been used to indicate to the hares which was the proper trail. It's an idea! However, dust was being found by the pack so all was well for the time being.
A longish path had then to be followed, stringing out the pack before the held check was reached where everyone reconvened. It was just after this that real confusion set in. I suspect that the trail had been sabotaged by the aforementioned cubs [beavers actually - Dep Ed], as a check disappearance caused the pack and hares to run onto part of the later trail. A con-flab ensued, much to the pack's amusement before the hares worked out where the trail went.
Fortunately the rest of the run went to plan, despite Rapid's attempt to inject more confusion by standing on the dust at one point. It was all back to the car park for a fab BBQ.
Down Downs went to:
On On to punting and the Sizzling Wok!
Shagpile & Capt Fantaaaastic
There was a lot of it about
Rampant chivalry broke out...
...or was it SotH?
BBQ, blazing –
– Hashers, hungry –
– "Man make fire, woman cook" –
– Lush, loquacious –
– Sinners, surfeit, sentenced –
– Pongo, punished
For those that missed the rendition, here are the lyrics to Fat Controller's ditty 'Don't Jump Off the Roof Dad'
Daddy came home from w**k tired
I guess it was then he decided
Don't jump off the roof, Dad
If you must end it all, Dad