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Run Reports

Run 1442

The run that was one, won

Another fabulous area for Hutt runs and equally fabulous OnOn site...thank you Sid Viscous. This shall require further investigation for a summer run possibly an A - B.

Likewise another fabulous run...although everyone but one runner would not see much of it.

The location

The venue, Upper Hutt Gun Club. And for those who both were there and were not there this is where the run went. The location of the Upper Hutt Gun Club is squashed between the Trentham Military Camp and the ever expanding Rimutaka Prison on Fryberg Road.

The Run

The run started easily enough although after about 2 minutes of running the trail was lost. Must have had something to do with the dark night and cold weather; we had not run far enough yet to get any warm blood up to the brain. The run eventually went over a small (no tanks?? - what was that about) bridge and turned left following Davis Field down towards Rimutaka Prison until we came to an intersection. On right was the call and follow your nose. The still night combined with the controversial sewer pumping station near Heretaunga station and old sewer treatment plant made for an aromatic trail. Low and behold we run into the aromatic old sewer treatment plant (now to be turned into a 75 plot development?? - again what's up with that). Local knowledge told me there was only one way to get out of the sewer plant and that was run right through. So as confident as a SCB/FRB I was the decision was made to run past the development and surely on to Tripods abode for a piss stop. Oh how knowledge can skew your ability to make the correct decision. For those interested there is another way out of the old treatment plant: turn 90 degrees and run away from the hill. The run carried on down Gallipoli Road (obviously- who ever didn't pick that the run would go down this road should have been ashamed of themselves) and into a small military settlement adjacent to the main military entrance. This is where the details of the run get a little sketchy. Apparently, and on good authority from the 20 odd hashers that followed the trail, a mysterious symbol unbeknown to all intersected the trail. Confounded by this symbol all who laid eyes upon it stopped and pondered it's meaning. That symbol was a HA. Debate enraged about the meaning of such a symbol and all cursed each other and themselves for not bringing the international book of hash symbols along on the run. Did it mean 'Hash arrived at piss stop', surely so, but no. Was it an attempted at a joke from the funny army boys (and gals) - good one, now get back to your barracks for morning parade. Or was it a new symbol placed to create confusion while offering the hare time to prepare - Bingo.

In the mean time the to be scribe had applied local knowledge again and decided there was no way he wanted to run down Alexander Road so proceeded left (again) at the end of Gallipoli Road towards Fergusson Drive. Why? the truth is out there some where but possibly due to the fact that two goddesses appeared before him in a vision to pure and righteous to repeat in the written word - must have been the cold night again. This time local knowledge, or divine intervention, resulted in the right decision for the trail, which appeared to have been rubbed out quite successfully, continued down this path and across the road towards the new defence HQ and past the Police Training college. A word of warning, when calling OnOn to a pack of lost hashers try not to do it out side a new Defence HQ just after a war. Not to look a fool (again) the scribe was determined to check out this trail for there was rumour of a check back towards the HA. The trail was definite and call after call to the pack were unanswered. Three times an attempt was made to bring the pack towards the trail but alas no one came. Well to say the least not much more happened from here. I ran (and I mean I because I was the only one now on the run) down the old Camp Road - now called Granville Street (reminiscing about my childhood) past the new poofter school (HIB's - or Hard in bed) and turning right on to Racecourse Road towards the new retirement village (what is Upper Hutt coming to) and past "Trentham Gardens" - should be Trentham Gartens, Bavarian Beer steins and all - AKA Wellington Harness Racing club. Up onto the aged Trentham railway station and surely there must be a piss stop at the Tote, but alas this was not to be. Back from whence we had come following the railway line (Sid I'll post you the bill for the $5000.00 fine for crossing the railway tracks). Straight down the old and original Granville Street (this would have been the turn left if I had not turned right to go down Racecourse Road) and on to the OH symbol - this one I recognised. Again a left turn (I was getting dizzy at this point from all my left turns) up Messines Road to the OnOn. Now who should I see coming my way but TC. Later it was confirmed to me that TC had called the pack in the opposite direction to me and like sheep you all followed. I stopped to express my concern that the pack had gone awol and to my horror I am told that they could not (more likely did not want to) find the trail. I enquired, why did you run down here, for I thought he had now found the trail, and to my surprise came the answer he wanted to go for a run. I asked why he did not follow the trail and again to my surprise came the answer, no one could find it. no one...NO ONE - where the hell had I been. As the hour had just reach 7 I joined TC for an extra run (for reky purposes of course) and arrived back to the OnOn just past 7:30. What did I find..not a pack of puffing athletes that I would expect. Not even a Pack of people in running gear. You see by the time I had arrived back everyone had changed they had cooled down (assisted by the lovely still nights you find in this valley - damn I knew I shouldn't have run past that school). Why had they changed well they had been there for half an hour devouring what was left of the Gun Clubs beer stocks - oh what a site to see - the beer stocks that is - makes a run worth while.

The OnOn

There appears to be a new tradition in the hash - well since I have been back at least - or accruing not one but two faulty keg pumps and this OnOn was to be no exception. Somewhere along the line a third useable pump appeared and the beer (luke warm - like all things from the Tote) began to flow. A quick visit from a Gun Club member concerned about the beer being consumed did little to dampen the high spirits of the Hash. The usual chit chat progressed and the down downs began. Now prior to the down downs it was to be known that the new head monk and Religious advisor would not continue the previous years lengthy down down sessions. All I can say is what a load of bull shit. This was the longest down down session I could remember. Fines and counter fines and fines countering the counter fines, for gods sake. Well who got what - really who cares. Sproggy and Bridge end were waging a battle over who had forgotten and who had stolen the Sir Loin mug. By that time I had drunk enough just to start to stop remembering things. Ayatollah - Rangoon Flyer - had a few to dish out but to who I don't know. TC received an award for calling the pack in a direction of no trail. He should have also got one for running straight past the trail but one is enough. And by default I received the POW simply because I was the only one who ran the bloody trail.

All in all a good run I thought, and a great venue.

OnOn
Gonad