Ascension : Hash No. 1270
Submitted by The Islander (Islander Internet Editor) 13.08.2009 (Article Archived on 27.08.2009)
Hares: Uncle Fester & Toilet Tosser
Hounds: Gumby-Two Scoops, Madam Balls Up, Little Greased Lightning, Mildew, Bloodsucker, Who’s Your Daddy, Dipstick, Two Cocks, Skinny Butt, Beaver Diva, Over & Done With, Bring It On, Evil Scouser, Tom, Ball Handler, Man Beater, Premature Launch
The wet, miserable weather didn’t deter the hardy hashers, although there was some serious discussion about whether to postpone the hash until another day while we all huddled under the old lean-to. However, the rain let up, and the decision was made to head out regardless! Mildew & Little Greased Lightning decided on a more kid-friendly hash, and headed off for Elliott’s Pass.
The rest followed the call of on-on and headed off into the fog, past Garden Cottage, and onto Rupert’s Path. Soon, we arrived at Banana Ravine and there was the hash, heading straight down! A few of the guys went first, and positioned themselves strategically to help the rest. Everyone was brave and launched themselves into the abyss!
Halfway down the ravine, the rope ran out. From there it was a slippery slide, and for most one spent on their backsides for a significant amount of the time. Slippery banana trees afforded a bit of slowing power, but not much! All made it down, safe and sound for the most part, although Man Beater left a chunk of her finger on the rock wall on the way! Uncle Fester finished his run with a rather spectacular flip onto Cronk’s path as well, but appeared to be no worse for wear.
From here the route followed Cronk’s, off across the shiny new bridge, and almost all the ways to NorthEast Cottage. Just before, the hash headed up a hill, a shortcut to Rupert’s. Surely, it would be an easy stroll home. But we forgot about the ramps! And what’s this? Back at the ravine, we were told that the route took us back down the rope again!! It was announced that a couple of hares were required to stay behind and pull the rope back up and carry it home. More than a couple gallantly offered!
Eventually a very soggy, muddy group of hashers arrived back at the Red Lion, eager for some refreshments, and warmth. There were a lot of muddy butts in evidence! Soon, it was time to draw the (imaginary) circle of friendship and welcome a sorry soul. Ericstepped up (could we really get him any wetter?) and a few names were bandied about. His career as a rocket man led to the suggestion of Premature Launch, and it was a done deal, and he realized that even colder water existed. Welcome to the Ascension Hash House Harriers.
The partying continued for a while, until it was decided that Humphry’s would be warmer, and the party moved down the mountain! Thanks to Uncle Fester and Toilet Tosser for a great hash, with more than its share of challenges. Well done.