Basket's Run Summed up by Jake!
Run # 575 June 9, 1997
Hare: Basket
Hashit:: Oozing
by Snot
The attendees for this run included Basket (Hare), Bondo, Jake, Beyond Hope, Oozing, Shine On (Boston), Short Peck and yours truly. The run starting out at the same point as a previous Robby Burns Highland Hash in January, almost tracking the same route, at the beginning at least at this North Smithfield location.
Your scribe leading the pack for at least 60 seconds before our human gazelle Hopeless stormed past to take the role as FRB. The run soon set its mark as a Basket run, being wet, long and containing very few checks. Before long I was following up the rear which is my normal position, with the exception of the lone Boston Hasher-Shine On. Being the perfect British Gent waiting and shouting on-on for this lone Bimbo, which is one thing I will never do again. For the reason that we shortly came across shiggy upon I very soon found myself up to my thighs in shit and completely stuck. Shine On using my head as a stepping stone carried on, suggesting I should get out before dark! After finally digging my way out and retrieving my trusty running shoes from a premature burial, I carried on only to get that sinking feeling again. At this point Basket was not on my Christmas card list and after another strenuous removal I continued on.
By now my adventure had cost me the best part of five minutes and after taking another minor detour I found trail and eventually caught up with the hare, who suggested I was a touch slow, totally unaware I had almost drowned in a bog. Eventually my pace caught up with Shine On and the old bastard-Basket, who led us down a so called short cut, where we got cut to ribbons in the thorns, but eventually ended up by a reservoir supping beer before the other poor bastards were anywhere near, due of course to the lack of flour. Eventually Bondo and Short Peck came in from one side of the reservoir and Hopeless and Oozing coming in from the other side. Jake however decided to swim up through the middle of the reservoir. The Hare gave all sorts of lame excuses why there were two trails, fortunately for Basket the Beer was OK other wise he might have been drowned.
As darkness was falling the on in was re-routed mainly on tarmac which had few marks but led us back to the start. Poor old Jake was throwing up left, right and center, probably from something he had drunk from the reservoir, but this expression summed up the run. Don’t feel bad Jake we all agree with you. The On-On was at Basket’s abode where Short Peck did a fine job of cooking for the evening. The circle up gave the run a mediocre rating of 1.3 x 10 to the minus 96, the saving grace being the grub and grog. Oozing again was the recipient of the coveted Hashshit award which as always was well deserved for his whining. A long run where more flour would have been useful never the less this run had everything including a near drowning.
On-On
Snot (50th Run in RI)