Sheep Shagger, Banshee, Low Blow, Do Me First (hung over), Plunger, Pylon, Hardon, Spermanator, Impaler, Dangler, Pigeon Stool, Porno Prick, Sex with the Beast (tired), Goat Fucker (late), Roast, Aw Fuck it, YFI, and Beheader (also late) all made it to the run, together with our esteemed hare - Maple Dick, aka Maple Schmekl. As well, too, there is Angela and the kids who are modern day Dodgers to Dangler's Fagin, emptying the pockets of poor hashers in exchange for boxes of 'Girl Guide' cookies - the kids are dressed in t-shirts, rain running down their bare arms and matting their blond locks. Strong men and girls break down in tears and reach deep into their  pockets for the $4 needed to salve their consciences. 

Eighteen hounds and a hare, on a cool, wet Saturday at the beginning of the Autumn, a heavy rainfall warning in effect, and moisture clinging to the mountain-side like shit to an army blanket. We've all been here before, twice. Both times for one of Maple Schmekl's exploratious menanderings around Cypress Creek Park. Maple casually informs us that he was lost on the mountain and met his own trail coming the other way, so beware of figures of eight. We are.

The moment comes when departure cannot any longer be delayed and away we go. All away that is except Sex with the Beast who is sleeping in the back of the car, and Dangler whose enormous girth now equals the sum of his parts - it is said that Dangler's weight equals that of his entire family, including the Boots and the new cat! 

We grunt our way up the hill, bearing ever to the West and the homes lining Woodgreen Drive, Plunger, Spermanator and Banshee in the vanguard, followed closely by Shagger with the rest of us puffing along with the baggage at the rear.

Maple has executed a rather clever cut-back at the top of Woodgreen which brings us to the pylon road (no relation), thence alongside the creek on a deer track until it leans into the vertical and up to the trail which brings us to the upper foot bridge, and finally to the beer check above the falls. Maple's original beer check is under 3 meters of flood spate, and we slurp LUCKY LAGER and munch chips above the falls before heading On-In.

Beheader and Goat Fucker are still out there and we see the GF's vehicle with the beer in it but no GF. Ernest attempts are undertaken to jimmy, lever, wire, and otherwise open GF's doors and this is ultimately successful. We drag the beer to the baseball field team shelter and Shagger conducts the circle within its five feet wide confines.

Maple has prepared turkey burgers for us all and we retreat gratefully to AFI's place for a barbie and more beer. Well done Herr Schmekl, and thanks to AFI and YFI for allowing us to relax at Chez Fuck It.

On-On!