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R*n 541 location

R*n 541 started from the On Inn - Black Bull, High Bentham.

Who ran 541? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Fiddler on the Hoof - Hare22123
Sir Tom Tom - Hare34186220
Forever Blowing52281333
Helmet Polisher1910
Major Twit26173199
Minor Twat20158178
No More Cum26179205
Off His Trolley24202226
Shiggy Pop31417
White Noise20183203

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On Inn - Black Bull, High Bentham

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This was our 9th visit. We also visited on...

The Black Bull Hotel situated in the Market Town of High Bentham, perfectly placed between the villages of Ingleton and Clapham on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales

We stock a variety of Thwaites beers and supply a great range of foods with some very special offers.


Sunday 10th May 2015 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 541 »

High Bentham - PRIME HASH

It was a lovely, grey Sunday for a r*n around Bentham. Said r*n, however, started off with a little bit of chaos with Sir Tom Tom’s insistence that he get late arrivals’ food orders before giving the hounds instructions while the Acting GM (Antiseptic) raised her voice to get butts in gear and the show on the road (it was 11:04, after all!). Eventually, we were off on the trail. It wasn’t long before I went wrong on my first check (the first of many that day!). Minor Twat and No More Cum (who was freshly returned from adventuring around Thailand) decided chatting about riding motorbikes was more important than finding the route, as they followed me blindly down my second incorrect check. And so we were called back to run through some bog and up past some cows. Along we all ran, as you do. Sir Tom Tom and Fiddler On The Hoof then showed up, giving us a false sense of a beer stop and hollering me back when I ran once again down a wrong path at a check. Luckily, it wasn’t long until we did come across the welcomed beer stop. After refreshing ourselves, off we went again, soon to run through a lovely trailer park. I was leading the pack, about to do another check (incorrectly, to be sure) when Fiddler drove up behind waving his hands and hollering like all hell had broken loose. Apparently there was a human fishhook back in the trailer park (the usual Rambos were evidently even Rambo-ier than usual and had gotten farther than predicted), and we were instructed to turn around. Here things got a bit confusing (I’ve learned recently that fishhooks are sometimes used as dry beer stops), as some went back, and others went partially back, and the legendary Dormouse was the only one to go all the way back to greet White Noise and wish her well. After the group rendezvoused at the “fishhook”, we were off again. Minor Twat and Antiseptic gave me grief for not doing a check that I hadn’t gotten to before them (and I say they seemed to not have much faith in Major Twit, who had run off ahead!). The rest of the r*n was lovely (much adventuring along a riverside and through farms and lovely hay meadows, with only minor mistaken paths). Down downs for lazy checking (makes sense), poor Mismanagement, fowling the trail, starting the r*n late/scolding at the hare, and…well…there were far too many and I can’t remember them all! All-in-all, a good day out!

Shiggy Pop

Write up by Shiggy Pop

12th May 2015 at 8:06pm