Run # 789 June 25, 2001

Hare:   Basket

Hare-less:Snot Twat(who???)

Scribe:  Oozing

Where:   Slatersville Reservoir

The Weather:  Sunny, 80 degrees

Present: :Async, TinkerBell, WIPOS, TrailHoover, ShortPeck,PW and yours truly
OozingSD and Bondo.

Virgin: Just Tara

Returnees: Shine On HM, Hopeless

It was billed "the Revenge of the Snotty One" but it was wetter than anyones snot that I know of.

It was a balmy 80 degrees plus and humid, as the pack gathered on time and waited for yours truly to arrive, and the pack was off.  Brief d'erections were given to the virgin who claimed she had no change in clothing as I thought well, last time we see her! 

Hopeless ran off like a gazelle towards the reservoir (obviously kept in shape and with a shapely wife as his so would (wood?) I!)  I was handed a flimsy floater so we were obviously going to get we...ooops! Trail led across the reservoir and Async and Hopeless swam across like eels and were off not to be seen again for a very long time. The ladies, Wipos, PW and Bondo swam across while a rope was tied around my waist and Snotty swam across and dragged me across...I let my life in the hands of these wanks? Whats wrong with me? Tinker was also nowhere and presumably taken a short cut to the BC.  

Across and dripping, we found trail and to a check that led us up a dry, sandy hill southwards (who the fuck knows what direction!) to a few more checks that were easily negotiated to an arrow that led us straight into a stinkin', leech-infested swamp! Initially the braves took steps on tree stumps to avoid getting wet but soon we were waist deep in the thickest shiggy RIH3 has ran in this millenium (stay home Snotty!). Just Tara was quite sure she was not going to return at this point! Out of the swamp and barely shaken off the leeches the pack was confronted by another insecure, territorial neighbour, whom Basket took care of (it must have been the smell).

 Hitting a dirt trail and thru a few more checks unto the BC, beer was consumed as the mosquitoes consumed our blood!  Songs were sung and maybe Tara was contemplating a return as she heard the sweet-soul stirring voices of the rhody-hash (minus Bondo, PW, ShineOn, Async, Hopeless and still no Tinker!) A pint less of our blood we took off northwards towards...another water crossing! This one was welcomed tho' as we were glad to wash ourselves off.

 Once again oozing was roped across by the Brit (they never really wanted to let go of the sub-continent either!). Basket threw the beer across that smashed into the water and leaked to the glee of the fish. A fishing family looked on in wonderment and vowed never to fish there again! The rest of the pack joined us as we ran up down the road, laddie! back to the start. 

A quick washdown in the reservoir before the pack headed back to Basket's house for the ONON. The circle up was in the pool and the yin and yang of the RIH3 was appreciated by, well, no one really: Basket jumped in naked save the hashit (toilet seat tied to his bum), and WIPOS with all his clothes AND his shoes on.  Just Tara was definitely coming back!  Down down to the hares with Hopeless translating both for the hare and Oozing.  Also down downs to the Hashit (Basket), returnees and the virgins. Good food was consumed straight off the grill as the pack basked in the starlit night. T-shirts were distributed for a nominal fee, or a sexual favour for Snotty. Snotty was proud to have infested the whole of Glendale with foot/mouth disease and threatened to return soon as Hopeless vowed never to return but I have a feeling he will be back before Just Tara... More good beer and songs and a great time was had by all! 

ONON (me no likey British soldier....).  

Oozing