Ascension : Hash Nº: 979.
Submitted by The Islander (Nathan Prince) 27.11.2003 (Article Archived on 11.12.2003)

After a bit of antipodean rivalry, a bit of elbow bending and vocal appreciation of the mornings events, some of the hash appeared a bit worse for wear/euphoric/knackered.

Hash Nº:  979.

Hares: The Fugitive, Yeti, Joker.

Hounds: 100 Watt, Uncle Fester, La Femme Phenomonale, The Major, Mr. Bubbles,Baywatch Babe, Woodswrecker, Talking Head, Slackbladder, Miss Management, Tough Lady, Billy Graham, Night Owl, Frankenfurter, Hotstuff, Seaman Staines, Major Mac.

The Aprés lot: Mildew (forgiven due to injury), Budwieser Belly (a rugby injury!!), Mad Hatter, Heathcliffe, Bart Simpson, Batman, Pirate, Street Hasher!, Bloodsucker.

After a bit of antipodean rivalry, a bit of elbow bending and vocal appreciation of the mornings events, some of the hash appeared a bit worse for wear/euphoric/knackered. Although this was expected what was not expected were the deviations of Fuge, Yeti and Joker.

100 Watt (wearing the flag of St. George - just to rub salt into the wound) set the tone of the Hash by mentioning to Fuge that rugby  was only played by men. Slightly ruffled by the comments, the three Pinnochio’s briefed the Hash, to which there would be no hills no hazards – in fact a walk in the park - pointed the On-on with a sense of knowing what was to come.

Out of the Base and onwards to SW Bay Red Hill, groans. A back arrow produce a sigh of relief from the slower half of the pack, but then a groan as the Hash about-turned and got into a well disguised bus. So it was off into the distance and speculation as to how painful Fuge and his gang could be.

The base of Sisters Hill soon brought the bus to a halt and the On-on was now obvious. Upwards and onwards, a rest and then upwards, another rest and then upwards. Finally at the summit, there it was, a flagpole. Just the place for 100 Watt and the flag raising party to fly the Cross of St. George.  As no further up could be achieved it was the downwards and the first of the scree runs. The descent from Sisters produced a variety of styles of hashing, some upright, some not so upright. A circle at the bottom proved to be a waste of time emptying shoes of ash as the second scree run was pointed out. By now every orifice was full of ash and as there was more to come there was no point in emptying-out anything, the hares had a third scree run the tackle. This was the famous clinker chute at Daly’s Craggs. Completely filthy, the Hash had a bit of time to empty out the well filled boots and other places of clinker storage.

A long way from home was the general concensus of opinion, the sun was setting behind

Cross Hill and the shadows were lengthening, better not waste any more time. Suddenly there it was, the hares having found just a spark of compassion had the bus was waiting. Relief at last.

Joker and Hotstuff showed a mild attack of insanity and ran back to the VC Gazebo, the rest showed a bit of sanity and got in the bus.

Deliberations followed, followed by a terrific chilli, laughter, rubbing of aching joints and the general agreement ‘That wasn’t so bad after all’.

It was now the turn of the Grand Hash Master to draw the circle of friendship and welcome two more Sorry Souls (Hashers who have not been named) into Hashdom. After the ceremony, welcomed are Miss Management and Slackbladder. Chicken Hawk decided that he wished to be renamed, and slightly baffled the pack, by becoming Street Hasher!!. We’ll figure it out one day.

Terrific Hash thanks to Fuge, Yeti and Joker.

Next week’s Hares: Frankenfurter + cooks.

Venue: The car park at the start of the Pillar Bay walk – off the NASA road.