Hareline

Upcoming Events

NZ Nash Hash 2003, Mt Maunganui, 25-27 Jan 2003
Mooloo's 800th, Te Kauri Lodge, Kawhia, 21-23 Mar 2003 [Rego form]
Interhash 2004, Cardiff, Wales, UK, 23-25 Jul 2004

Run Reports

Run 1418

About half an hour before the run the Great Wellington Weather was at its best by dumping a hail storm upon the hills we were about to run on. However, this didn't deter about 25 runners from turning up and freezing their butts off from High Hills dad's car port.

The pack sprinted off up the road and into the Karori hills. The bush however had taken the brunt of the hail storm. It was like running in a snow covered forest. The only problem was white ice covering white flour made it difficult, nay total impossible to find trail, the consequence of this was the "headless chicken scenario".

Although the pack generally stayed together we only guessed as to where the trail may have gone. We exited the bush into the karori park but no trail was found here either. We crossed the park and searched the roads for trail but to no avail, what trail there was totally gone.

By this time we could hear the keg calling so like true hashers, we thought bollocks to this and went back to the ON ON for the usually drinks and fines.

There was only one hasher that did the whole trail that was "the flour sniffing" Portbox. Somehow he found and followed the trail through the Karori bush up Wrights Hill and back to the ON ON.

Pretentiously a good run High Hills but fucked by the Wellington weather.

ON ON CAPTAIN COOK

Run 1424

Evil's Birthday Bush Bash

'Twas the night before Christmas
and Evil's date of birth -
Well, both near enough for the Hash
And another excuse for a Monday night bash

Those with the spirits were willing,
but their navigation was weak
What else do we expect from such professionals
They'd been on the piss for a week!

Tinakori Hill seemed appropriate,
At the Wadestown end, up a steep drive
Where Evil had accepted the challenge
To set a run on which we'd thrive.

He'd been challenged, you see, to set a run
Which occupied the pack for a full hour
Unlike his previous efforts, set in the Hutt,
Which took but ten minutes, and we were sour.

So down we went, then up, then down, until
On Grant Road, at the bottom, the Piss Stop.
After only ten minutes - more PS's to come?
Not on your nelly - but with a full belly, back to the top.

Up we went, then up some more
Lungs straining, legs paining, sweat beginning to pour.
On tracks, then off, grunting, groaning, getting sore
At the stupid bastard who set Evil this chore.

Then the top, and the gentle trot to the On On
Where, after someone used some sense
The pack took shelter under an enclosing tree
And drank and ate and insulted their intelligence.

Puha served up some hot Glögg
A mix of wine, vodka, sugar and spices,
As an award for his effort, our mean RA
Gave him the Prick, which wasn't the nicest.

Down-downs, there were a few,
Bubbles was presented with his car plate
BBBLES - it was his birthday too!
And Evil downed his Coke, a day late.

And the Bubble's Award was renamed,
After due consideration, and the usual fuss,
As the "Tripod Trophy", after our Hasher-in-drag.
Strange really, looks more like Jake the Muss.

So off we wended, back to our spouses
Or girlfriends, or our lonely beds
Another run over, well done Evil
To start our Xmas, already with sore heads.