Run Report

Not many hashers are aware of the "other secret life" Tampax leads here in tinsel town.
He is not as many suspect, a phantom panty sniffer, although from time to time he has apparently been sighted dressed in woman's clothes. He is in fact an Ultra Marathon runner in disguised as a hasher. This, members of the Jungle Hash is why he turned up on Sunday looking like pig on a BBQ. Hot, sweaty and bright pink.

On the other hand his co hare geriatric Jellobutt "The Beach Road Stalker" could be seen sitting near the circle. This debonair character was actually sporting a new pair of donated socks especially for this run.

So to the run.

This, for the front runners lasted about one hour and contained plenty of checks. The run made good use of the hills rolling topography to ensure the pack stayed together. There were bees and barking dogs and for added entertainment King Yao Yao performed is normal hash crash. Split Beaver that wanntabe Norwegian stumbled and fell with his normal aplomb to be dragged to his feet by Shooting Star.

We all played with the traffic on Highway 331 as the pack faithfully followed paper across the black top and onto soft sand for the long On In to the beer truck and the first of many cold libations.

A special mention and thanks to the cooks who treated the pack to a Christmas dinner prior to the Jungle circle being convened. And then the religion started in earnest.

(If you want to know what happens in a Jungle Circle you will have to attend the run…we only publish a run report)

ON ON

Beetroot Head