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R*n 118 location

R*n 118 started from Bay Horse, Arkholme and the On Inn was Black Bull, Brookhouse.

Who ran 118? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
No More Cum - Hare115465
Hash Drunk177895
Pick Me Up177794
Sideshow Bob077

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Monday 30th August 2004 at 7:00pm

Full MoonR*n 118 »


The hare was No More Cum - eventful, then , we thought.! It was a lovely sunny evening when we arrived at the Bay Horse in Arkholme. Runners were Bubbles, Lurch, Sideshow Bob, Hash Drunk, Pick Me Up, Wednesday, Upperskirt and myself (Baldbrick), plus Harry & Rufus.

Circle in pub car park and off we went over the hill. Almost straight away we lost the trail but two of our most experienced hashers, Bubbles & Lurch eventually found the trail and the rest of us were miles behind. We eventually caught up to the leaders searching for trail once again only to discover that we were in a field with a bloody great big bull & his dearly beloved heifers. No More Cum had forgotten to mention the bull or that he'd laid the trail by leaning over the fence from the adjoining field! To make matters worse the very unfriendly farmer was shouting at us from his 4 wheeled pickup saying that we should stay on the public footpath (which we were) and that we might stampede his herd, then roared off up the field in his truck. Things quietened down after this and we had a lovely run through beautiful scenery.

When we arrived at the wimp/rambo split the rambos set off through about 3 counties (good split). By the time we were almost back it had gone dark and the rambos had caught us up. We decided that No More Cum must have a map of where all the thistles grow because we visited them all. Somewhere along the way Pick Me Up managed to transfer a chalk arrow from a stile onto her inner thigh! Modesty forbids me to say where it pointed but needless to say, Hash Drunk became quite excited & tried to rub it off with his nose. Anyway, back to the hash - we were back on the car park just about to form a circle when Attilla the landlord stomped up the car park & proceeded to berate us for stealing vital car parking spaces & causing him to have a quiet night.

We limply apologised & said we were coming into the pub in a minute for drinks. He said he wasn't bothered whether we did but we should sod off right now. So we did! We sodded off to the Black Bull at Brookhouse.

Write up by an unknown scribe

5th September 2004 at 1:53pm