Festering Streaker & Ballringer

With all the signups out of the way, the GM called the circle. The Hares were called in to explain to us all about their run. And what an explanation it was. Right down to how many dogs we would meet on trail AND their names. REALLY SADISTIC BASTARD was nominated Hash Horn (more on this at the end of the report).
After what seemed an eternity, the pack disappeared from sight, first encountering a well disguised loop, which had all the FRB’S now behind the walkers, but not for long.
The trail took us through fields, jungle and the now obligatory, it would seem, creek bed. It was during this stretch of trail through the creek that SATAN’S WILLY took his big fall, coming unstuck on a couple of submerged rocks. But, as a true hasher, he just wiped the blood off and continued on. As we were about to leave the creek, we could hear lots of shouting coming from our left. It sounded like total confusion. When we back runners finally arrived at the source of all this shouting we saw that it was TOTAL CONFUSION.
There were numerous calls of “ARE YOU” “CHECKING” “WHERE’S THE FCUKING PAPER” and finally it was our illustrious GM, GI JOE, who found paper. “But I checked here before and there wasn’t any paper here then” said our GM. And then the Hare was spotted way up ahead, laying paper, and he could be heard shouting ON ON.
NICE ONE, HARES!!!!!!!
The pack now took off on the freshly laid trail, once again traversing tapioca and pineapple fields and more jungle. It was sometime during this part of the run that ARSEAHOLIC disappeared from view. He had fallen into an 8-foot deep disused well that was very well hidden by long thick grass. Rumor has it that VIETNAMESE VIOLATER actually pushed him in so that he could be a Hash Hero and come to his rescue by getting him out again. The pack continued on and then came across a very challenging check, as most of the checks were. The pack was spread out for the best part of 300 meters all around, looking for the trail. BEAVERSHOT finally found the trail a good 300 meters from the check. This then had the effect of spreading the pack out over a great distance and, being a very hot day, all were suffering in some way. Not long after this, the trail came to a bitumen road, and a few of us took the Hare’s advice and followed the road back to the A site, whilst the true hashers continued on over the road and on to another long loop, which gave them all a decent run back to the A site. They all managed to arrive not long after the SCB’S.
All in all, a good Jungle run which allowed the pack to discuss its’ good and bad points well into the evening until the circle was called.
P.S. No one on trail was able to hear the Hash Horn. The reason being that REALLY SADISTIC BASTARD had handed it to the Hare before leaving on trail, claiming he was no good at BLOWING.
FOOTNOTE: He was severely punished.