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Cliffbanging Again Hash - Run #460 |
So Stoolie has been dragooned into doing the write-up for this hash, hared by
Cliffbanger and Bushsquatter a day prior to their flying back to old blighty. The trouble is that Stoolie's muse seems to have deserted him once again, that fickle wee tart. No doubt she has given up on his drunken crankiness and run off with a younger man, gamboling across the broom-covered
ridges of Saanich inlet in carefree abandon with yet another genetically superior male. As a consequence, stool's is having trouble generating some form of scribing for you, the VH3 pack.
And speaking of broom-covered hillsides, this was pretty much a constant during this hash, although for those who partook in Cliffbanger's challenging recreation of the events leading to his naming, it was actually broom-covered cliff-sides we crawled up and over. The route wasn't that long, although we did thrash away through some rough slash at the beginning. That and the cliffbanging slowed us all down, including
Kitty Licker despite his usual BLABiness at the start. A gaggle of walkers shepherded by Bushsquatter also contributed to the setting of an abbreviated, albeit very scenic, trail. The beer check, which was halfway, or the end of the outbound leg on the trail, had stupendous views of the inlet. Someone had also kindly set up a kitchen suite on the ledge so we could sit and rest our beers comfortably while taking in the scenery. Those who wanted to run got to do so during the return leg, powered by barley sandwiches.
Some 23 or so hashers showed up for the down downs at trails end. Only a few instances of who got downed out of the 23 stand out in this scribes mind - when you have been hashing as long
as stools has, it all tends to blur together like ink in the rain. It's a pretty safe bet that the hares, Bushsquatter and Cliffbanger were downed, and it seemed to me that Kitty Licker was downed for being a BLAB, although the photo suggests that Itchy Buns joined him as well (who knows why?). Those who had boked or scrapped themselves on the Cliffbanging portion of the trail were downed, no doubt because of their feats of derring-do.
BUB got downed - she my have been wanker of the week or she may have been nailed for something else - maybe Puss in Boots was wanker again? No matter! Iron Girl was downed, with a tender little sonnet from stoolie, for being an extremely infrequent hasher. And so on.
Nosh was a local pub, where stoolie received an impromptu bath of beer and ryes with coke by the waitress - he managed to catch her tray on it's way to the floor but had to wash off in the sink afterwards. The peanut gallery all had a pleasant repast and the two hares bolted after their meals, thereby replicating a leave-taking on a high note, pretty much like the Seinfeld's last television episode.
And stoolie managed to sell many of the new, and much more handsome, hash shorts.
Only $15/pair - get them while they are still available!
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Stoolie Andrews