Run 1620 Hash Trash

First the Wingee from the previous run, Jolly Green Knob, was called up, without the wings in hand. We were to find out why later.

With his usual garrulous trail description, hare Ammo first drank his splash, then noted that there was an A, D and A+ trail and that the trail was marked in Secrets. Checks were in chalk in the paved areas and in flour in the park areas and then he gave directions for the on out as right out the gate, down the road and right again.

The hounds bounded out of the yard. Faceplant first entrusted his Guest (Faceplant’s parent) to Captain’s Marvel’s guidance and took off in pursuit. The trail was soon picked up, with Dodic Master (in keeping with his Nike flash running singlet) bounding off up the road and Jolly Green Knob pounding along in pursuit (in keeping with his Tusker hash shirt).

The pack reformed at the first check and soon trail found off to the left. Again the pack set off, too busy to catch the numerous young office ladies throwing themselves at the hounds, until an arrow into the subway entrance which looked like directions to exit 2: a fine presumption on the part of the hare, challenging the “Half a Mind” of the pack, but the hounds did manage to decode the signs and maps to find themselves emerging, one-by-one, at another check.

Dodic Master, Faceplant, B. Space, Balihite, OB1, Jolly Green Knob checked right, left up, around, right again before Faceplant finally found trail to the right, left, right and left, which all knew was a likely direction. After more turns through the back streets, it was the finally the long anticipated road heading to the hills.

Where pavement ended, there was another check with trailed being found across a vacant lot and up again. Then it was an ascent up a dirt track to a check. Checks were make up and along, with ON-ON being called. Woops, false and back. Trail was found DOWN the steps. Hadn’t we just come up, but no we had been on the other side of the hedge and so it was down again and picking up trail off to the right.

The hounds then enjoyed some contour trail running. Somewhere along the way was an A – D split, with all of the leading pack choosing the “A” trail. Somewhere behind the pack was Jolly Green Knob, who took the “D” split onto trail unmarked.

With more park trails and checks (some more sophisticated in their design than others), the hares stumbled over barbed wire and emerged from the trees at Bongwonsa. It looked like a likely place for a beer stop before the inevitable ascent of Ansan, but it was not so and all that was found were several long, false trails. Faceplant followed trail up and FALSE. Dodic Master followed trail across, up and false. Eventually trail was found across and around.

Just as Faceplant contemplated whether to short-cut back the Swiss Grand Hotel (Grand Hilton) and take the shuttle bus back, the trail turned and headed up the hill at the far side of Ansan. Soon followed the A / A+ split, but the pack decided that having some this far, they were not be to side-tracked into what would inevitable be coitus interuptus and kept heading higher. On reaching the helipad, the pack them continued onto the summit for a group climax picture and on down.

Dodic Master intimated that this trail must continue on down to Muakje and up Inwangsan on the other side, as had the previous run from the Ammo Dump, but it was not to be.

At a rock face descent, the leaders Dodic Master and OB1 stumbled to the trail at the bottom and met up with some Penguins (nuns). As far as could be determined, they were still excited from an encounter with Jolly Green Knob in the bushes somewhere back along the trail. Faceplant, Balihite and B. Space made a more cautious descent of the rock face. Soon the leaders were pulling away from the trio and after some time, the only sign were hare marks noting the time of their passage.

Mr. President had arrived at the Ammo Dump and was doing a fine job as grill sergeant as the hounds came in their solos, duos and trios. Fortunately, PlugNPlay had also found his way back so there was liquid refreshments aplenty to go with the hamburgers and bratwursts.

A wood fire was lit in the middle of the yard, with sparks rising into the night and circle formed construction, with the GM Dodic Master holding the pan. Comments on the trail were complimentary, such as having Penguins (Roman Catholic nuns this time) on trail, not being as long as some previous Ammo runs or as high as previous Faceplant runs.

So the hare was called up, took his splash and name the Wingee as non other than the GM, Dodic Master.

The new Wingee noted that the wings were somewhat stained with what looked like body fluids. Jolly Green Knob mumbled something, but had it been that Mrs. Knob had been using the Hash Wings, having been deprived of the Hash Dick for so long? Which of course, lead to the question as to where the Hash Dick and Hash Shit were nowadays.

Then the GM went through the categories calling up the one guest, STBN John / Senior Faceplant, who told some true stories of country folk in New Zealand, non of which involved sheep and Faceplant, much to the chagrin of Mr. President.

One by one, the hounds were called up to tell tall tales of job hunting ,and other jokes, and sing rounds of the favorite hash songs . STBN Kim enquired of the GM when he would do something “notable” enough for a naming.

Finally the GM called up a seated EM Aston Martin and then asked which way he would like to go – which was, of course, way down south. It was then OnOn to wander the bars of Itaewon.

Fine Print: Opinions expressed herein are strictly intended for stupid entertainment and if you are offended, unread what you have read and you will be ok. Diatribes contained herein are not the official policy of any organization, individual, or deity other than the Grand Master of the Hash! Faceplant is not responsible for his actions or mistakes herein!

Run	Date	Time	Hare	Description
1620	May 8, 2002	18:00	Ammo	Farewell to the Ammo Dump

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