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The Run
While we had been spared
downpours prior to the run the showers hit us hard as we found
the trail that almost immediately took us off the highway
shoulder and into some rather moist farm land. (Given the
rain, no photos were produced on trail.) Treading among
truck gardens and taking care not slide off the muddy trail into
future salads, we found ourselves for a brief time on asphalt
before being directed up into the forested hills. The
branches overhead gave us some relief as we topped two small
hills - the first a helicopter landing pad and the other filled
with usual array of exercise equipment complete with hula
hoops.
At this point Blank Space
and Bladder Blow quickly found the right path down the
hill. Lagging behind yet in the middle of the pack LeperCon
suckered out for the false trail that lacked the usual double
bars as a falsie and spent a good 10 minutes in the water-laden foliage
trashing about on animal trails trying to find True Trail.
Half way through his foraging an elderly farmer peered through
the branches from the top of the hill with an inquisitive,
worried look on his face. Totally confused by the
spectacle below him, the Korean oldster shook his head and
walked away. One may only guess what he was thinking - but
probably reinforcing or revising his stereotype of how weird
foreigners can be.
Meanwhile, Capt Marvel
and EM Aston decided that climbing hills in the ran was
not for them and took an independent triangular
trek. While they were doing that Blank Space and Bladder
Blow were exiting the forest and running out into more farms
with a major military installation to their left.
These two hounds with LeperCon
in the far, far rear dropped down to a lower level of (now
swamped) fields and eventually came out on to an asphalt
road. They followed the trail until they came across two
large lines of soaked secrets on the road. Reckoning they
had hit a falsie, they turned back.
About the time they had
given up on the trail they saw LeperCon in the distance
as he exited the forest. LeperCon not realizing
what had happened but recognizing from the distance they were
lost, signaled he had "found" the trail where they had
earlier run. They ignored him since they were out of
shouting range and ran OnIn.
LeperCon after
deducing they had given up on the trail, decided to at least see
if he could find the True Trail. He, too, came upon the
"falsie," turned around and spent about 20 minutes
looking for the trail before giving up and following the
returning path now set the two other hounds.
Upon all eventually making
it back to the OnIn, they were greeted with Whopper
hamburgers and fries offered by the Hare along with the
explanation that the "falsie," about half way through
the course, was actually meant to be arrows indicating that the
trail was making a near U-turn but dropping off the side of the
road. Oh....
Always the lad at heart, EM
Aston excitedly produced an abandoned skateboard he had
found on trail and surprised us all by riding it rather
well.
Well, enough fun and games,
thought our GM and with Rover showing up with the
splash beer and Capt Marvel producing a chemical log, the
GM called the Circle.
The Circle
The Circle was called to
disorder by a blow of the Horn (aka Marvel using a tissue). At this point it was time for our
Virgin EM Farty Breath to give us the traditional Benediction,
unfortunately the mind is the second thing to go and he forgot how it went. In good form he looked to his old friend EM
Aston who, as we all know, usually can't remember his joke let alone the whole benediction. After a little refresher course we finally made it.
EM Farty
blamed the former EM for not giving him any block of instruction which leads us to the EM's most important function in the hash, WEATHER!! How if both of our EM's were out did we get so much rain? I guess our Virgin EM will have to work on this field.
Again speaking of our Virgin EM he was also the hare of the event. I,
Rover, did not make the trail, but heard many good things around the fire, we actually had a fire with a fuel log left from the winter months, about the trail. Most impressive was the comment that the 'in' looked much like the 'out', but in reverse. Was there a U-turn on trail? That is one way to save on trail markings.
After all the commentary on the wonderful trail laid by EM Farty
we were blessed with the announcement of the Wingee. After pushing
Captain Marvel to the ground to, and as he said, "Win the hash",
EM Aston was called up to try and remember his joke. He remembered with precision and then finished his splash before we could get to "Waltzing......"
After the Wingee
splashing, but not before the GM's session of phone sex, was it on to the
Categories. Our brilliant HashCash Blank Space went on a spiritual journey when asked if we had any
Visiting hashers after we realized that we had no
Paid Up Members and returned to tell us that Bladder Blow
was visiting us from Tokyo, Japan. (I told the cash to charge him 50,000won as the visiting fees in Japan are out of control).
Bladder Blow is a frequent runner with the many hashes of Tokyo and spoke of
Seoul Hashers Animal and Haz. He then attempted to sing us a song, attempted is the key word. After setting a low bar he announced that LeperCon
made him come, to the hash of course......
As we went to the next
Category Space Boy returned to the land of the living once more to forget who was the
Returnee so Captain Marvel spoke up and said that
he had just returned from the 4th country on the "Axis of
Evil Tour" aka Yankee Land. He brought something back I
think, but damned if I can remember what it was...... Guess I
was into the serious drinking at that stage.(GM's Note: a
copy of the Irish Herald from San Francisco.)
Then it was time for our weekly current events lesson. Next up was the coolest(??) guy at the hash, Rover, who was
fancied by all of her majesty's subjects for his earrings, but quickly turned them down to give a true story of the previous weekends events. He was off to Ulsan
to help them celebrate their 400th run, and reported it was a great time had by all, but most importantly the locals. At midnight (actually 12:30) on July 5th, Korea had it's firsthand glimpse of what they call in Okinawa an
*ug Run (aka NAKED HASH).
Yes, that is correct, 7 males and 2 females headed off into the night wearing only shoes, socks, and a whistle. The hare had decided that why not hit the main strip for a good showing to the locals where he then made a beer stop at the last pub of the Ulsan Pub Crawl. The waitresses and
mama-san were very happy to see us and even gave us free beer (where did they think we were going to put the
money?)..... After hearing that Ulsan's Finest was on their way to see what all the excitement was about we headed back off to the pool at the compound where
the police were afraid to go. To all the Seoul Survivors
Rover brought greetings from 'Puma' (hash name 'Grasshopper')
and he also promised to hash in Seoul soon.
The GM then splashed himself and took a shot at a song. Well, after that there were some people trying to remember some more songs and EM Farty
told enough jokes for everyone. It was then time for Captain Marvel
to come up and tell us where he was going to be working the next week, I mean where he wanted to
go: Way Down South....
Honorable Mention:
There was a young entrepreneur with sign indicating he was selling sex toys next to the
Circle, on the highway shoulder. I hope he knows we were not going to go cheap!!
The OnOn
The OnOn was the Three
Alleys Pub where we met up with Double Orange and left Bladder Blow solidly
determined to sample every beer of that fine establishment.
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