Run 152. 19 July 2009.

Hares: Jellobut and Motor Mouth.

A Hash and Circle on the Ocean Wave.

Your Committee had debated long and hard before relenting to Jellobut's plea

that he be allowed to redeem himself after the debacle of his run last year on

Koh Larn. With much trepidation and in order to curtail his persistent self

praise, not to mention self abuse, one final attempt to conquer Koh Larn was

agreed.

A big mistake, since in the weeks leading up to Run 152, all and sundry were

perpetually bombarded with propaganda about how such an experienced

Hasher could not possibly screw up for a second time. Fortunately, your

Grand Master in his esteemed wisdom had agreed to Sheik Bin Shagggin's

idea to hire our own sleek vessel, thereby ensuring we had no need to rely on

the ferry schedules in the likely event that scouting missions would be

necessary to search the island for lost Hashers.

So it was that very shortly after 11.15 a.m., with 47 sign ups aboard, our one-

eyed captain at the wheel, the PJH3 Koh Larn adventure 2009 cast off. Jellobut

and Motor Mouth were waiting and promptly led the pack to the established

starting point at the nearby Wat. The Hares had planned an A to B run, and

with B a mystery, wayward runners who lost paper were given instructions on

how to be rescued. Walkers were instructed to stay with Motor Mouth and

runners would be led to paper by Jellobut for the first 100 metres. When this

became 300 then 400 metres our worst fears returned as we knew it was to be

another ball-breaker!

Early running out along the paved path and then a sharp left down to the

beach and rocks for another 500 metres or more left most gasping until the

first back check trapped the usual FRB's, which included Rusty Ringhole,

Cabbage Knievel and Sheik Me Me. Once solved, the trail ran through a

pleasant wooded area and along a decent path to another back check which

brought the pack together and eventually found us back on the road. Split

Beaver and Shooting Star were keeping the G.M. in tow while cleverly solving

the next check, but not before all FRB's were fooled into running a devious

loop. The first serious climb of the day followed and while scrambling onto

another new road found the pack checking in all directions. Rumple Foreskin

went up, Na He Man went down, G.I. Joe went God only knows where, while

Spag Head appeared from nowhere and started directing affairs, determined to

find a candidate for his own peculiar water boarding techniques. Smiling

Brown Spider, just smiled and sat down in what little shade was available.

Captain Kirk was idling toward the rear saving himself for any “enhanced

interrogation” and Banka Blower had figured out this section was the reverse

of our hares last effort. Meanwhile, Dizzy was still following paper, presumably

on Jellobut's trail from last year and was not to be seen again until after taking

another wrong turn at the final On In. Eventually On On was called and after a

good stretch along this unmade road, the fifth check of the day was reached.

Rusty Ringhole went up the hill, yet failed to spot the paper, G.I.Joe, Na He

Man in a forlorn attempt to be smart Yankees, checked back but it was your

sharp eyed Grand Master once again who showed the way and led the pack

over the toughest and hottest hill of the day. Past the police station we

struggled uphill and down a long stretch where another clever back check

brought the pack back together.Jackal was there, Sheik Me Me, Lord Lucan,

Split Beaver, Piss Stop and the aforementioned FRB's formed up desperate for

shade, confused by the disappearance of the paper. Eventually a skimpy paper

trail was found back along the road by Cabbage Knievel and eventually over

more climbs down another dusty road under construction and back to the beer

in around 1 hr 40 minutes. Lord Lucan, S Beaver, and Hobbit took a long short

cut to be back in 2 hrs having discovered a far more interesting trail, while

Dizzy, adamant he was on trail all the way eventually made it back to the boat

in around 3 hours, but not before Jellobut had set out on an abortive rescue

mission.

With all accounted for VV's delicious Shrimp Bisque and assorted sandwiches

were quickly consumed and the M.V. Motor Mouth cruised out to a sheltered

mooring where the Circle began.

Visitors were welcomed in the traditional manner and our Hares invited onto

the ice to undergo the post run inquisition. As it transpired this was rather mild

and with the beer having an increasing influence, almost everyone agreed that

Jellobut and Motor Mouth, the latter obviously the real brains, had surpassed

themselves and set a great run in limited terrain with clever checks, surprising

everyone!

Most importantly a great day was had by runners and walkers alike and special

thanks to the Hares for their efforts and to Lord Lucan for transporting the

beer!!

On On

Hobbit