Scribes

Hash Run No.1297    

Hare: Drill Bit

Location: Banchory Business Park

Why oh why did I volunteer to be this week’s scribe?

A glorious Monday evening, well compared with the previous weekend it was and with a small pack of about 25 runners, yours truly gathered round the circle, welcomed any visitors, there were none and look around the circle for a willing hasher to take on the role of scribe. As there was not sign of Wotzoff, The Ythan challenge must have taken some casualties, Willie, Becky and Plonker were also absent, Aids told me that is was not a good week for him, my other ego took over and now you are all stuck with this dribble for posterity.

To crown this whole miss understanding, Numbskull awarded me a pre run down down, to slow me down by any chance, not much chance going fast, my fitness is fading like the natural colour of my beard, used to be dashing brownish Red.

The one and only announcement made by Hillary for finally collecting enough charity money so he and Glasgow can finally call it day this year with over £4000 collected since there campaign started, well done. Must admit I enjoyed the band, Easy Peasy on Saturday evening in the Hogs Head, a worthy venue for our X-mass outing T-Bits and I promptly decided and with no dissention during this impromptu AH3 Committee meeting, we decided this to be the venue, alas did not have a mandate so will need a full AH3 committee meeting to ratify. T-Bits was not the only other hasher present, ably accompanied by Silly Cow, we had a nice time dancing, drinking and winning raffle prizes, well at least one of did, isn’t that right T-Bits, the malt whiskey will go down well!

The hash party later expanded by another wayward hasher Struth who joined us during the last dance and lead us astray by offering us lifts home, gratefully accepted, not to have to carry this heavy load of raffle prizes won!

Anyway back to the run, never saw much of the flour once we started the long trek along the railway line, little diversion into Crathes castle grounds did not fool me, it did JC who duly disappeared. I believed this run would go as far as Milton of Crathes, alas still no flour to be found until I climbed the hill at the entrance to be confronted by a check. Path lead off into the quarry and back up to be met by hashers running all over the place, which lead me to believe I just witnessed a figure of eight run going wrong Drill Bit?

Not long after that was joined by the Penguin, White Trash and Nipples, who believed that I know where I was going, silly mistake to make by these obvious novice hashers? Well I did manage to get them to go past the pond up the hill where Aids, Auntie Pasta and JC were guarding two sweetie bags. Nice one, back on track and The Penguin and I ran up the farm track, only way out since our hare did mention we had to go via a farm and to be quiet doing so, the cows assembled were staring a  lot at the Penguin, who knows what he gets up to in the far east?
After this remarkable quiet section of the run, a check on the road side got me confused as a perfectively form path lead of the road, a veritable hashers highway but not to be that evening. It required a slight course correction to take us to a field from where Ron and I could see the business park and so missed the beer stop.

Never did stay for the down downs so you will have to fill in the blanks yourself, a good run worthy in length for consideration of a prize at the AGM this year

Your roving reporter and hash scribe

Harley