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Toe Jam had recruited Superman to co-hare with him on his virgin run and the old master today had done his homework. Early on in the run there were a few excellent checks that deviously split us up. The circle that went through the creek bed, across a small field and out onto the road was genius. Another ignored the 2 obvious trails heading into the mountains, and cut back through the trees on a barely noticeable rabbit run.

I was doing well, cruising along out front until I did my typical screw up, following a wrong trail through a garden and not finding any way to get back to the real trail. Sloppy Rod was grumbling about me until he found out he was up front. We saw the on-in from way across a quarry which meant a jog down to the water at the bottom and a clamber up the stairs to where Sups and Toe Jam were waiting, camera in hand.

The circle was brought to us by His Royal Anus, who really didn’t want to be there! Belly Dancer punished me brutally for helping him out when he goes on holiday. Ugh – hash cash…  The On-On-On was at the Beer B Q overlooking the quarry that we’d hashed through – good food, good company (mostly!).

Foxy chose Wat Umong for her debut Saturday run and there was a good turnout again. We set of on a familiar trail with Mr. Poo having a home field advantage. Quickly it was clear the trail was only going to go up, but before it did we twisted around some checks with HRA guilty of some silent running.

As we hit the hills we went up a narrow path made worse because of the rain, and Belly Dancer bailed out, eventually returning mid circle with Screwed Up and Toejam. A circle check at the waterfall tricked Chuck Wao, and enabled young virgin (silent running) Nathan to get clear as we plummeted down the hill back to the cars.

Sups was tragically hungover for the circle and asked Chuck Wao to assist, whereupon Chuck Wao told us longwinded stories about carrots and fish bones! Cheers Foxy!

HRA set today’s run and as Mr. Poo said, the bits that Cum A Lot set were good…..  From the abandoned house under Doi Kham temple, for once we didn’t set off up the temple steps and we ambled off down the road as Snail Trail – the hash sniff – attempted to confuse us before we got on paper and set off running.  The first check ducked into a field with a big lake – Skid Mark found the trail, while I foolishly took the long way around the lake.

The next couple of checks didn’t do me any favours either and I was playing catch up as we hit the familiar Ag Center running ground. HRA had clearly thought about the checks and did a good job of sending the FRBs in the wrong directions – except for Skid Mark that is. Having scouted every possible route for the 1,000 run, he was honed in on the trail and led the way for much of the run.

Most of the trail was flat, but we finally got into some hills and finally Skid Mark took a wrong turn and Jungle Chim hit the front. We scrambled over a waterfall, which gave Dick Tracy another crash award and a bloody knee. Jungle Chim gleefully led the way, but we didn’t see him again until much later – who knows where he got lost.

The hares had warned us about a dodgy check, and in true hash fashion we screwed it up – but kept going on paper. It seemed like a long run, but was around 6+km and FRBs came in at around 50 minutes. With the celebrated absence of the GM, Pamela ran the circle today and did a great job of keeping it short – while covering all the necessary business – who needs Horny A Monkey?

Elvis Press Me set his virgin run on his terrain out at Doi Saket. The A was a beautiful spot at a pagoda in the middle of a lake and we set off along one edge of the lake – expecting to come back along the other edge. We quickly hit the first check and after a good 200m hit a check back. I could see Dead Virgin heading around a smaller lake, so Chuck Wao, S&M Girl and I continued around the other side to meet them at the end, only to find paper again – I guess we took a short cut?

After that we set off along the trail that was road, road, road…  With the knowledge that the injured hare had scouted and set the run on a motorised bike, it made the checks a little easier, but the checks still kept us guessing as we zig zagged around the villages. Where was Chuck Wao?

After a slightly confusing check, Sloppy Rod and I hit the front and then when Sloppy went wrong HRA took it on only to go completely wrong at a strangely marked V check. I took the less likely trail and got lucky with Dead Virgin chasing me down. Finally we hit the lake and there was no On-In, just guess work to take us back to where we could see the cars.

Superman stepped in at the last minute to run the circle – he hadn’t been told it was Sloppy Rod’s 200th run.  A visitor from the UK gave us a novel sing song – a pleasant evening all around with some great food at the On-On-On.

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