Hares: Dastardly & Duty Free
Location: Redwood Meadows in Bragg Creek
It was a cool night at Redwood Meadows west of Calgary as a group of about 35 hashers slowly arrived. We'd been hit by rain on the drive out. Although the sky seemed to be clearing as we arrived at Redwood Meadows, the wind kept it cool. And everyone knew that Dastardly was going to take us through the creek, and that we were going to freeze our buns. (No, not you, Left Bun). The shiggy potential meter was blinking big time red.
A group of visitors and new boots were introduced, names of whom I can't remember and didn't write down. It's not good to remember that you're the scribe only because the guy who was to do it last week forgot and got a down down. The hare explained the route, and we were off at about 7:35 p.m.
The trail twisted off through the houses in Redwood and back around the park where we started. It's always wise of the hare to give the latecomers a chance to catch up (not that any hashers ever show up late). He then led us along the side of a couple of the golf course holes. The few golfers who braved the weather probably were thinking about trying to pluck off a hasher or two with big drives off the tee box because of all the noise that was being made.
The trail continued in and around the golf course and through more of the housing area, eventually leading to the creek where we were about to get soaked. The pack seemed to get split into a couple of groups at this point. The two groups followed along the banks of the creek through numerous checks, but we never did cross the creek. Good thing too, as it was running rather swiftly. The first group got held up on about check # 27 (or was it #127) and the back group ran through. They could hear the front group ahead, and did not have to run the check backs. It was along this part of the trail that a hasher yelled "are you" at Not Too Deep, but she was only in the bush taking a pee. She was living up to her name by being " not too deep" in the woods.
Not much later the second group catches the first, which seemed to be looking for beer. Some wanker had put a NB on a rock, but it wasn't the hare. It really did stand for "no beer". A small distance later we came to the real NB, which turned out to be the on in.
The on in was held at Dastardly and Duty Free's house. Duty Free made it known that she was not responsible for the trail. At the on in we started on a keg of beer. We were even visited by the celebrity Spiderman. King Shit managed to sing a couple of choruses of the song. Spiderman was the host and hostesses young son. (Future Hash material?) The choir for the night consisted of Lakey, Whale Wanker, Not Too Deep, and Krusty. Lakey told me later that Wanker tried to take control of the choir, but Lakey wouldn't let him, "he's only a frustrated choir boy". Oh Really, what else do you know about him? Then again, I don't think I want to know.
There were lots more down downs, but I didn't pay attention (as usual) until they gave the down down for the scribe that did not scribe last weeks run (NO SHIT, how could that happen). It was then I remembered that I had better pick up a pencil and write something down. The down downs were followed by food, which consisted of smokies, corn on the cob, and salad. Great job by the hosts, thank you.
Here's a few words of wisdom from hashers at the run.
007: It was snowing on the way out but the sun came through in the end. Great run.
Boner: Perfect length for us old guys. (I think he was talking about the run)
Rag Head: He and Stranger were having so much fun in Stranger's car they almost missed the run (sexual offence?)
Dreary: Sweaty, steaming, whenever possible, hairy armpits are the best. (I'm trying to figure out if I wrote this down wrong too, but I think it's an exact quote.)
Not Too Deep: I had to take a leak (yea, we already know)
Pool Boy Ron: The food was good.
That's it for now.
ON - ON
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