What a wonderful world we live in!
Back in 1984 when the Monday Hash was started, everyone realized when they signed up you were joining a hard discipline, hard running , scary group of drunken runners, who prided themselves on being a "hard hash".
No radio, no TV... just drugs, alcohol, and lots of jungle...
The new "civilized hash" has to be lots nicer, and the G.M. can no longer run his hash with harsh athority...
We are very lucky to have a Grand Master that is gifted in persuasion, and rarely resorts to the bucket.
The run was held at the new A site, marked on Google Map as "Spermy Lake" and you know the land owner must have been thrilled to see that.
It is a very nice venue, with a beautiful lake and good running country...
The runners all seemed to be just as happy as the Beer Hunters when we all met up after the run. We are lucky to have VV back, with his wonderful "hit the spot" baguettes. Dirt Looney was very happy to give the beer truck back - without a scratch !
The circle was lots of fun , until our German friend Kai tried to drown me in the bucket. I was flat on the ground when the Grand Master picked me up with one hand! I never knew he was so strong!
The people that do sign ups and sell rags, buy the beer and ice, make sandwiches, and volunteer to hare are real Hash Heros and the Grand Master is lucky to be in charge of the best hash in the world!
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