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Run Report: 14 December – Run Site 1 (Opp. The Zoo)

Hare: Handover

Welcome back the CH3 Hash Historian Greasy. Under a clear blue sky the pack gathered at the hash sacred site (run site #1) and set off minus the typical late Whiteout (who joined the pack soon after). Handover the hare remained at the BBQ to ensure that sufficient quantities of food would be ready for our return.

Follow the bicycle path up the hill, dodge the kamikaze riders who still think they own the pathways, down through the plantation, into the overflow carpark for arboretum events (pose for a picture, Whiteout joins the pack), back up the hill, under the Parkway, into the arboretum, up another hill, pound the gravel road – it had been specially graded to ensure a smooth surface, so for reasons only known to themselves Walkwalker, Paparazzi and Missing Bits decided to increase the pace – from a quick walk to a slow jog. Through the underpass (this removes the problem of hashers versus cars). Turn left at the big cats enclosure and follow the slightly overgrown snake infested fire trail, bursting out into the Zoo car park like a scene from Chariots of Fire.

In sight of Handover and the BBQ. Smell the food cooking (turned out to be another group having a picnic), stand back Handover the pack is back, where the hell are the sausages. Crumbed chicken burgers, not quite the same, but better than Handovers last effort (he forgot the cooking pans). Bring back the ‘snags’, if it isn’t broke don’t fix it. Good news is, its ‘Bits turn next Monday – the hasher renowned for his after run hash hamburgers. A few drinks and it was On out.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 21 December – small car park on Caswell Drive, Black Mountain

Hare: Missing Bits

An enjoyable and sometimes challenging trail was set by the Hare on the western slopes of Black Mountain.

Four and a half k's was the estimated distance, however, it was heard that that measure was as the crow flies and a drunken crow at that! Weather was kind, not too hot, and the highlight definitely was the post run nourishment provided by the hare's better half. Well done and thank you Mrs Bits

On On Paparazzi

Run Report: 28 December – 1 Braund Place, Kambah

Hare: Whiteout

There was a lot of moaning and groaning, as we all struggled to overcome our gluttonous excess of the past few days. It wasn’t easy, but we did eventually get to the top of Urambi, with a stunning view to look at. Down the hill we ran, although not even the kangaroos found us intimidating, and made our way back to the start.

Sausages and satay sticks were gobbled down, with mutterings of “... too much crap lately.”

On On Handover

Run Report: 4 January – BBQs at Araluen Park, Araluen Street, Fisher

Hare: Handover

With the weather being so crappy, there was not much of a turn out. We were graced with a visitation from the internationally renowned Berlin Boys whose names are R rated. With the rain starting to fall, it was decided to simply drink and eat. With that, there we were bbqing in the rain. Great time was had by all.

On On Handover

Run Report: 11 January – decommissioned BBQ’s, cnr Charleston St and Clive Steele Ave, Monash

Hare: Dingles

Who said that Hash Hares don’t have a conscience? The trail was originally set for 5k’s, but when the temperature was still 35 degrees at 5.30pm, the hare decided to cut the final kilometre off the trail. How generous was that.

Paparazzi again assisted with the setting of the trail and Dingles the hare, declared that he could now take off his training wheels and try setting a trail on his own.

The pack set off a few minutes late as they waited around for Whiteout to make her usual ‘last to arrive’ attendance. She might have to put ‘flashing lights and a siren’ on the Prado.

Just in case the pack couldn’t follow the easy trail, Paparazzi decide to accompany the pack for another walk – he may have been suffering from sun stroke as he had already walked around with the hare. The pack set off at 6.35pm, the temperature had dropped to a very pleasant 33 degrees.

The hare put the sausages on at 7pm as it had originally only taken 40 minutes to set the trail and with the eager pack it should have taken around 30 minutes. 7.15pm the gas cylinder ran out and the pack were still not back yet (thank the hash gods, the snags and onions were cooked). 7.20pm they arrive back.

“Where the hell have you been” asked the hare, “We got lost” said Paparazzi. “How can you get lost, we only set the trail an hour ago” said the hare. “I forgot where it went, and we missed a check” said Paparazzi. Shaking his head the hare said “Well you’re here now so get stuck into the snags while they are still hot”.

What more can I say. Maybe it’s not time to take the training wheels off.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 18 January – bottom of Black Mountain Drive

Hare: Missing Bits

From the bottom of Black Mountain, the only way is up, or so we thought. With a warm welcome to Fluid Movement, all the way from Ballarat, we had an interesting run. The trail took us away from the mountain, although there were stairs and a river crossing over rocks. Through the university we ran and eventually past the CSIRO where Greasy was astonished to see rabbit warrens right outside.

Just when we thought the trail would not go up Black Mountain, guess what? It did. Fluid Movement was startled when she ran right up to some wallabies that were also startled by Fluid Movement. Mercifully, the trail did not continue all the way up. We did come to a cliff that was too much for some, who had to find easier ways down to the road. After that we dodged and dived to avoid the traffic coming up as we headed back down to the tubs.

Good food was served with Bits’s buns.

On On Handover

Run Report: 1 February – BBQs at Boundless Playground, Wendouree Drive, Parkes (near the Carillon)

Hare: Live Hare

The weather cleared just in time. Everyone ran the whole way. Except when the dogs decided that nature called, on more than three occasions. The challenge was staying in front of Handover who smelled like a stale brewery. Making our way around the lake without incident, we settled in and enjoyed a drink and bite to eat.

On On Whiteout

Run Report: 8 February – NE corner of car park, Northcott Drive, Campbell Offices

Hare: Missing Bits

The pack gathered in the shadows of the imposing Campbell Park defence offices. Missing bits had set up the home base with the International Hare of Mystery (AKA Richard the Turd).

6.27 and it was game on, Richard asked if he should take his torch with him, Bits suggested that it only being a 5k trail, a torch would not be necessary.

Dingles suggested we wait for White Out but that suggestion was overruled by the hare and we were told to be on our way.

Down to the overflow carpark, up past the defence buildings (no doubt the pack is on a dozen closed circuit televisions), back down the mountain, back up the mountain, back down the maintain, through a couple of deep valleys, round the airport (or so it seemed), finally with the sun setting the overflow carpark came back into view. What a welcome relief. Rumour has it that Bits started the run with 500 grams of flour and finished the run with 300 grams of flour. The arrows were few and far between, or maybe the kangaroos have developed a taste for flour and decided to eat every 2nd and 3rd arrow. Anyhow the welcome smell of Mrs Bits and her bacon and sausages BBQ made the marathon more easy to swallow. Handover managed to make it back in time for the last of the snags.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 15 February – car park on Rani Rd, to west of Caswell Drive, immediately north of Glenloch interchange

Hare: Richard the Turd

Rani Road the email from Handover said, the almost impossible road to get to when travelling from the south via Glenloch Interchange – turn left and head toward Belco, then turn right and head back towards the city, turn left follow the other road towards Belco said the GPS. I know there is an easier way to get to it.

On arrival the pack assumed the position, standing in the shade of the largest gum tree. Missing bits had managed to take up most of the shade with his car.

Waiting for Whiteout, seems to be the theme each week now. Do we wait, don’t we wait. Buggar the expense, give the cat another gold fish – off we went, without Whiteout and her small pack of two dogs, why two dogs you ask.

Leader of the pack was Richard the Turd (isn’t he the hare, was mentioned), where is Missing Bits “back at the car, guarding the females from those big male kangaroos”. Well this should be easy we thought. Somebody to show us where to go.

First hash vista was to check out the red Datsun sporty with the bright green label on the windscreen to let us all know that it had been reported to the police and we could continue with the run/walk. First check and we all stopped and looked at Richard for directions. “I can’t check, because I set the trail” and the problem is? At least start walking in a direction, even if it’s the wrong direction. Maybe we should wait for Whiteout to catch up as we can see her car from here. No keep going, was the decision the sun sets at 8pm.

Second check, it’s a two way check. Pack waited with anticipation for Richard to make a move, but his runners were glued to the spot. Handover you go uphill, Wallwalker and Dingles will check along the road. Surprise, surprise its ‘on on’ up the hill. Call from down the road – “meet you at the next track intersection”.

Yep next corner as expected the trail appeared, gotta love it when a plan comes together. Then it was all systems go and follow the road and wait for the pack to catch up at the next check. I guess it was about this stage of the run that the pack consider the possibility that Richard was using the last 300 grams of flour that Missing Bits had left over from last week’s run, and there was a good chance he was going to finish with 100 grams of flour for their next run. “You would not believe how much ants seem to love eating flour” – yes that was the excuse.

Follow the fire trail, under the four lane roadway via an enormous tunnel with some strange wooden structures in place. Then came the valley, too shallow to be called a gully, I’m sure the trenches from WW1 were not even this deep. The pack thought the gullies were deep last week, it was nothing compared to Richards trail, “stop complaining” was the cry from Richard “this is the third time I have had to climb out of this wash away”.

Another hill to go up, ”not likely” said Whiteout (who had caught up by now), “the dogs are stuffed, I will follow Wallwalker and Dingles, meet you back at the start”.

Through a paddock of kangaroos, then another, let’s call it a ravine (for want of another word), it made the grand canyon look like a scratch in the dirt. Rope pulleys were required to get down and up the other side. It was so deep Paparazzi couldn’t take a photo of it. Thank god was the call once we had scaled the other side, we can see Rani Road from here. Yes there it was a welcome site and Richard the Turd’s partner with a BBQ of meat patties and onion. Good job Missing Bits stayed back to protect them.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 22 February – Carpark, Regatta Place, Parkes

Hare: Handover

The pack gathered where once tulips grew, very strange to see the beds naked and missing the sight of blooming flowers. However the group didn’t have time to dwell on this subject (except for Whiteout and her dogs, who arrived 5 minutes after the pack departed). Down through Commonwealth Park and over the walkway bridge into Civic, a quick flutter at the casino and back on the trail again. Matchbox 20 were playing at the Royal Theatre, which required a nifty side step every now and then to get around and through the crowd waiting to get in. Behind the CIT and across the revamped (road under construction) Constitution Avenue. It was about here that the rumour mill started again. Looks like Handover has used up the last of the 100 grams of flour left over from Missing Bits and Richard the Turds runs. An arrow every 200 metres, easy trail to follow. Let’s hope the construction crew doing the work on Constitution Avenue don’t see the arrows and presume they are markings for the new section of the road (Civic will have its very own Lombard Street). Where are we, that’s right, under the road via a smaller than last Mondays underpass and back into Commonwealth Park. Around the Regatta Point café and its turn the heads for home. A welcome smell of cooking sausages – Handover had remembered the frying pan this time. “Did you see Whiteout”, Handover said. “no” was the reply. “Give her 5 minutes, you can’t get lost in this area”. Sure enough, out of the greenery two dogs appeared.

Paparazzi, the RA had the pleasure of performing an age old hash tradition of naming a new member of Canberra Hash. Richard the Turd’s other half didn’t like the name Mrs Turd (after all the precedence has been set, Missing Bits other half is Mrs Bits). After much discussion it was decided that she would hence forth be known as Tudor Rose.

Its farewell to Richard the Turd and Tudor Rose for another few years, they are off to NT for a little sightseeing before returning to the dark side.

Early start next Monday – Whiteout

On On Dingles

Run Report: 29 February – Run from Ruc at Turner old Canberra North Bowling Club

Hare: Combined Hash Run

Another long distance travel, I can understand why Queanbeyan had no representatives at this combined hash run.

After driving past the RUC about four times we decided to park and see if the runners were gathered inside. Yep, you guessed it – safe and sound inside on their second schooner. Polite “hello’s and g’day” to the runners from other hash clubs and former CHHH runners. It was actually quite nice to see them again; the hash fraternity is really a close knit organisation.

Rumour was that the trail had been set by Haemorrhoid, who at the last minute was dragged away – couldn’t possibly be a work related incident, he is a fireman. Following the usual introductions, it was game on. Runners this way (led by Greasy), walkers this way (follow B2, with the phone google maps).

What more can I say, that was the last the walkers saw of the runners till we gathered around the bar some 40 minutes later. Good news, the runners have a drink stop to have a rest at. The walkers went for a nice stroll through Turner and O’Connor up a few streets, down a few streets, cross a few streets and with the wonders of google maps, a vision appeared and there it was the RUC. Hallelujah, it a hash miracle.

The gathering of runners and walkers to discuss the run/walk and the possibility of a ‘hash circle’. $7 for a schooner of beer, now I know why we bring our own. CHHH was represented by Handover, Whiteout (minus the dogs), Dingles and Paparazzi. It was mentioned that a combined campout should be discussed with all the JM’s.

Next week’s run is from the old BBQ in Charleston St, Monash. Paparazzi is going to try without his mentor.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 7 March – Ornamental BBQs, cnr Castleton and Clive Steele Ave, Monash

Hare: Dingles

We were hot, all of us. So was the weather. The hare promised a short run, saying it only took him 30 minutes to set. If we hurried the sausages might just be cooked.

So through the streets and alleyways of Monash we went. The checks were very easy; we had someone with us who had inside information. We went past a place that advertised “Medi Spas”. We were wondering if they provided hands on support and if it could be claimed on Medicare.

We of course ended up back where we started and feasted down on the medium-rare sausages, yes we were that quick. After some talk about this and that, stuff and things, the Hash abandoned. Shit Run.

On On Handover

Run Report: 14 March – BBQs at Dillon Close Pedestrian Parkland, Weston

Hare: Handover

Monday afternoon saw a huge turnout (maybe this was due to the early public holiday start 4pm) for a shuffle around Weston Creek.

A shower of rain failed to deter the Hare, who admitted "the trail was supposed to be over 5 k's, but I got lost and it was scaled back to a modest 4k's". As a result of the passing shower his 'droppings' did suffer to the extent that the course was inadvertently shortened (even more) by the runners trying to follow non-existent arrows. In the end it became a matter of where is the next underpass, head for it.

Best part of the day was snacking on Handover's hamburgers while watching the kids doing tricks on bikes in the skate park! What more can I say, except flour melts in water.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 21 March – BBQs on Treloar Cres, Campbell (Behind the War Memorial)

Hare: Barbie Tools

What a turn around – the pack were expecting to climb Mt Ainslie from the rear of the War Memorial. Then we remembered that it was being set by Barbie Tools and not Missing Bits. Barbie Tools wouldn’t do Mt Ainslie on a motor bike let alone on foot.

Speaking of Missing Bits he did turn up with a very lame excuse of having to attend choir practice at 7.30 so he couldn’t run. Whiteout arrived at 6.40 (after the pack had departed) – nothing new there.

Now back to the run- suppose you could call it that. Prior to the pack departing, the question was asked of Barbie ‘Where does it start from”, the response was to hand out a dozen colour pictures (numbered 1 to 12) of sites around the War Memorial, on ANZAC Parade, St Christopher’s Church, Blundell’s Cottage, the eagle at Russell Offices and a pharmacy at Campbell shops. The idea was to run to each site and then move onto the next site, finally returning to the War Memorial. I guess this is a hash first. Something like hash orienteering, only we didn’t get our cards punched.

The pack set off and enjoyed the various sites, Whiteout caught up to the pack at the Aust/NZ memorial on Constitution Ave. Hang a left and head for Blundell’s, getting dark, let’s give it a miss was the decision and go to the Campbell shops. “What about the eagle”, what about the eagle was the packs response.

It was ‘O dark hundred’ when the pack arrived back at the BBQ’s. Barbie Tools kept up his tradition of providing a gourmet meal for the pack. Potato wedges and pizza. I can see why Barbie Tools only runs every 6 weeks; he can’t afford to provide meals like that on a more regular basis.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 28 March – Frater Crescent, North Lyneham

Hare: Missing Bits

The Easter bunny strikes again, or maybe it was just the feeling that a four day weekend with a run at 4pm on the last day (with a stomach full of chocolate) was too much. A great sign of relief from the co hare (his able offsider Mrs Bits) was heard, when Dingles and Paparazzi ventured to the dark side for a run on a Monday arvo. Appears Handover had a note from his mum saying he didn’t have to turn up. Wallwalker out for his birthday, Whiteout used the four letter word (work) as her excuse, Greasy – he knew it would be a marathon and Barbie, well he’s still trying to pay off the credit card for providing eats last run.

First question from the dynamic duo was “where is Bits”; “still out setting the run” was the reply. Struth looks like another Missing Bits marathon. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, off the pack ventured. Looks like it will be a night run even though they were setting off at 4pm.

Trail started with a loop back almost to the ‘tubs’, then up a bike path, cross a paddock (observed our ACT tax dollars at work, fenced off area 50 x 50 metres with one bird nesting box in a tree – must be the endangered public service parrot), under Ginninderra Drive, into the suburbs, back into a horse paddock and then the call “where the F is the trail”, check through the gate, check over the coppers log ramp – nothing found. Can’t go this side of the Drive as it’s a bicycles only path, back under the bridge to the other side of Ginninderra Drive, nuh – can’t go this side either, the path is for bicycles only as well.

Following a quick ‘committee meeting’, with a show of hands, it was decided that the best we can do is try going cross country and see if it comes out near the start. Off the pack went, up a small hill (cause there was a hill, whoever heard of Bits setting a run without gullies or hills) and the welcome sight of the Bits Mobile parked at the bottom of the hill. Guess what, new problem, now we only have to find a gate in the fence (topped with barbed wire). Solution, follow the fence line this way – but that’s not the direction we want to go. Bad luck, or you could try climbing the fence and leaving the family jewels behind. Good idea, let’s keep walking down the track, there has to be a gate. 500 metres later and after having seen the ‘on in’ on the other side of the fence (so near, yet so far), a gate was found. Thank god.

A 10 minute walk back to our start point and the welcome sight of Mrs Bits cooking pancakes on the BBQ. Damn good pancakes as well, thanks Mrs Bits and damn good VB thanks to Paparazzi and his car fridge.

Conclusion – better to at least walk a few k’s than not walk at all. Missing Bits can set this one again later, as most of the trail is still new.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 2 April Kusina Filipino Restaurant, Parkinson St, Weston

Hare: Handover

Just to show that Canberra H3 is flexible, the committee decided to have the changeover run on a Saturday morning in lieu of the standard Sunday morning run (which has been hash tradition for the past 200 years). What we didn’t expect were the number of shoppers at Coolamon Court on a Saturday morning, with parking at a premium.

And just to show that the Canberra hash is family friendly – Whiteout brought along her two ‘ four legged kids’ and Handover not to be out done brought along his two ‘two legged kids’. What a family affair.

The trail started from the carpark outside the Filipino Restaurant (which was a last minute change of venue). A walk over to the River Kwai, just in case there were some runners who didn’t receive the change email. Then all systems go - through the Hindmarsh Drive underpass into the ‘burbs. The trail followed the bicycle path for a couple of kilometres, turn left, turn left again and its time to head back toward towards Coolamon Court.

All up a very interesting 40 minutes’ walk around Weston Creek. Mrs Bits greeted us on our arrival back and was very pleased that she had been given the day off, as there was no BBQing required.

Food was Filipino, which doesn’t have anywhere near the taste of Thai food. The menu suggested that we share dishes in the Filipino tradition and we should order the larger portion plate sizes.

Good idea we thought. However if these were the large portions I would hate to see the smaller portions. Side dishes consisted of boiled rice, they forgot to mention that if we wanted veggies we need to order these separately.

The meal was washed down with a couple of bottles of red and white wine – still didn’t make the food taste any better.

I guess the Canberra hash won’t be using this restaurant for the AGPU in December, it’s back to the River Kwai.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 10 April - 1 Braund Place Kambah

Hare: Whiteout

We gathered for the first Sunday run of the year.

What can I say? The kangaroos on Urambi Hill were sick of the sight of us by the time we were done. We went up, we went down. We went around. Then, we went up and down again. The Hash Vistas were very nice, both of them.

Eventually, we ended up at the beginning. No bbq for us today. Cheese and crackers, very fine.

On On Handover

Run Report: 17 April – Run Site 1

Hare: Live Hare

With mild weather the Hash convened at Run Site 1, the place where it all began. The pack was eager; you could tell by the yawning and rubbing the sleep from eyes.

Heading off on the bike path to the right, we all soon realised what we had forgotten; cyclists also like to use bike paths. We found ourselves playing chicken with cyclists from both directions. As soon as we could, reminiscent of the old game Frogger, we jumped tracks and used the dirty ones instead. There must be some kind of gravitational pull, as even the Live Hare seems to end up in the Arboretum. The FRB decided to try the Zig-Zag, with the rest following meekly behind. The only problem with zig-zags, is you run a long way, to travel not very far. Cursing the FRB, we eventually made it to the top and followed the road to the Giant Metallic Eagle look-out and had a H.V. The sight brought tears to our eyes, but some claimed it was the wind. Following the road once more, we began the descent and headed for the underpass to the Zoo.

Getting back to the start, the drinks started flowing and the food was served.

On On Handover

Run Report: 24 April – BBQs, Springbett Street, Kambah

Hare: Handover

We came, we saw, we ran.

Running this way, running that way,

Through the streets of Kambah, all around we ran.

With a check here and a check there,

On footpath, dirt and road,

We kept on running, to the trail of the Hare.

When the running was all over,

Hamburgers are what we ate,

Cooked fabulously by Handover

On On Handover

Run Report: 1 May – Hake Street, Kambah

Hare: Washed Out

May Day on May 1 is an ancient northern hemisphere spring festival and usually a public holiday; it is also a traditional spring holiday in many cultures. Dances, singing, and cake are usually part of the celebrations that the day includes.

With some very gusty wind, the Hash convened at the bottom of Mount Arawang. Heading up to the fire trail we encountered a blackened landscape with barriers and signs with words like “DANGER” and “DO NOT PROCEED”. The Hare seemed to take these as merely suggestions, as the trail headed on past them with no second thoughts. Eventually we ended up at the peak, where we all got blown. Winding our way down the mountain we made our way back to the cars.

Washed Out served some very scrumptious bacon and egg rolls, but with so much wind near a naked flame, the Hash beat a hasty retreat.

On On Handover

Run Report: 8 May – Frater Crescent, North Lyneham

Hare: Missing Bits

Although the rain was coming down light but steady, the RA strode in with supreme confidence. Who could argue with that?

The Hare, confident that the trail was still there, set us off. It didn’t take us long to realise that the only others st... brave enough to run around the wet, wet bushland, were the kangaroos. We ran and we ran, jumping through gates and over logs like circus animals. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves back at the car, very unusual for a Bits run, must be getting soft.

There we watched as Mrs Bits cooked up gourmet pancakes with cheese and bacon while standing in the rain. We were then entertained when one of Whiteout’s dogs locked her out of the car with the keys inside.

On On Handover

Run Report: 15 May – Kambah Woolshed, Springbett Street, Kambah

Hare: Whiteout

Hashers congregated at the Kambah Woolshed ready for the off. At 10.00 am, the pack sniffed, squatted, licked, trotted, slurped and panted as it followed the trail of smells. No calls of “on on” of “effin false trail”. This pack wanted none of it.

The human contingent (out-numbered by the pack) looked on impassively.

I hope that next week’s run is a little less exciting.

On On Missing Bits

Run Report: 22 May – 5/49 Pinkerton Cct Kambah

Hare: Handover

It was a lovely sunny Sunday and the Hash had gathered at The Handover House in Lake View Gardens. We don’t know where they plucked that name from, we couldn’t see the Lake and the gardens weren’t much to talk about!!

The pack waited as word came that there we three late stragglers turning up (fashionably late), as they arrived they were accosted by Battle Cat just wanting to make his presence known. Soon after the late comers turned up the pack headed off toward the lake, but no such luck, a sharp right turn and we were now heading for the hills. After traversing fire trails, negotiating fences and climbing hills we stopped at a Hash Vista admiring the view, and finally seeing the lake. Back on trail the pack headed down a steep descent on a rocky little track, a cry of pain stopped us in our tracks, a hasher with a twisted ankle is a sorry sight. So to make him (Paparazzi) feel better and for the sake of keeping the pack together we all hobbled the trail home.

On On Missing Bits

Run Report: 29 May – Run Site 1

Hare: Live

It’s runs like these that you need minties!

Nobody could decide which way to go. Left, right, up, down, this way, that way, over here, over there. I don’t think much running was accomplished in the end.

To top it all off, the food was not even worth mentioning. Certainly not something you would serve your grandmother.

On On Handover

Run Report: 5 June – BBQ’s at Mortimer Lewis Drive, Greenway (Sea Scout Hall)

Hare: Handover

One beer was all it lasted.

With the rain trickling down, no one felt like adventuring further. Everyone was happy to stay under cover and give their left arm a go.

On On Handover

Run Report: 13 June – Rond Terrace, Parkes

Hare: Whiteout

Hash came and Hash went. Unfortunately, not all at the same time.

Better luck next time.

On On Handover

Run Report: 19 June – Dryandra Street, O’Connor

Hare: Missing Bits

Two words describe both the Hare and his trail, twisted and devious.

The Hare wasn’t present when the Hash arrived, including G.P. (apparently A.O. content), who came all the way from Wales to run with our humble warren. Mrs Bits informed us, ‘9km starting over there’. Not believing a word of it, the pack took off. The trail swept this way and that way, as mountain bike trails are wont to do, while hoping that a speeding mountain bike wasn’t coming the other way. The trail kept to the switchback mountain bike tracks and soon became apparent to the slow runners, that if you kept your eye on the F.R.B.s, you could easily become an S.C.B.. We did pass the AIS and Canberra Stadium as the athletes were deep in training for the Rio Olympics, looking up at us with obvious admiration for our natural abilities. Somewhere along the way we lost part of the pack.

We found our twisted way back to the cars, where a feast awaited us. Once the drinks were finished, a search and rescue got under way for two of the pack still M.I.A. Eventually, they found their way back to the cars where much rejoicing occurred. Then the rain started to fall. Thank the RA for that.

On On Handover

Run Report: 26 June – Colquhoun Street, Kambah

Hare: Washed Out

Wow, what a turn out.

The trail went to the top of Mount Taylor, the steepest track. At the top was a really vistaing Hash Vista.

Chicken was had afterward.

On On Handover

Run Report: 3 July – Oldfields Hut, Murray Gap Trail, Cooleman NSW

Hare: Red Neck

It was a nice sunny day when we arrived at Oldfields Hut. It was an unexpected pleasure to see Foreplay. Haemoroyd, Ugly, Whiteout and Bob Mills also made the journey.

The trails each party took were covered with calf deep snow. Many vistas were seen on the way, including Brumbies, Roos, grassy plains, forests and mountains. Some had to jump over scrub covered creeks or walk through freezing cold rivers or climb steep mountains.

Cocktails were served while everyone sat around the fire. Curry, Irish stew, garlic bread, bread with a homemade dip and carrot cake. Even the resident possum and kangaroo indulged. When the food was gone we drank on.

On On Handover

Run Report: 31st July – Queanbeyan Golf Club, 5 Brown St, Queanbeyan

Hare: Barbie Tools

It felt a bit strange meeting up inside for once. But we did. The Queanbeyan Golf Club was such a quaint little place. An awesome pack of 3, including Weatherman and Whiteout, showed up.

We got off to a cracking slow start, following the river towards the big bridge. We weren’t long into the run, when everyone went their separate ways. I foolishly followed the trail. Whiteout decided to take a short cut, which took her to near Oaks Estate. While Weatherman took an alternate route, which crossed the border twice, scurried along train tracks and stopped at Riverside Plaza for his own drink stop.

We all eventually found our way back the club, where we found Cheeky waiting for us as well. Barbie excelled himself with the food. All you can eat buffet for $0. Since the bistro was unattended, we just helped ourselves to the roast meat, lasagne, vegies and potato.

On On Handover

Run Report: 28th August – BBQs at Tuggeranong Town Park

Hare: Handover

Tuggeranong Town Centre park BBQ’s

Another first for Canberra hash. The hare was running late so with the aid of technology an SMS message to a member of the pack ‘ the run starts from in front of the toilets.’

So off the pack ventured – follow the bicycle path to the lakes edge and a swift turn to the left indicated a run that would end up at the top of Urambi Hills.

Yep across the dam wall (the pack were disappointed that the TV set that has been in the spillway for the past few years has finally been removed) and a surprise turn to the right not the left (a quiet thank you was whispered by the pack).

A trip around the streets of Greenway checking out the back yards of the town houses before the pack ventured under Athlon Drive.

There was some mention of the impending magpie season approaching and each black and white kamikaze machine was looked at with anticipation of having to duck for cover.

A quick visit to the hares residence in south west Kambah and then back to Athlon Drive for the run home.

A pleasant sight was the hare turning sausages at the BBQ’s – glad he eventually made it. The feast of gourmet beef sausages (Woolies home brand) were followed by the pack once again solving a few of the problems of the world.

Paparazzi displayed a knowledge of ‘FaceTime’ and spoke to his son and grand kids who were enjoying a breakfast in London UK. The pack could see from the kids’ faces that they would have much preferred to be eating sausage sandwiches than what they were eating.

The pack were getting ready to disperse when a damsel in distress approach the group and ask if anyone had jumper leads in their car – Dingles being the closest person said ‘Yes I do have jumper leads in my car, but unfortunately my car isn’t here”.

Handover suggested that if we hook up some wires to his push bike and he peddled fast enough he may be able to generate enough power to kick start her battery, a general decision was that this would only work in Hollywood.

Whiteout to the rescue, she said she had one of the new micky mouse car starter jumper kits (fits into a Chinese take way container), but alas Whiteout discovered they only work when the unit is charged. So much for modern technology.

Paparazzi was the next kid off the blocks – he had a set of the ‘old fashion jumper leads’ where you attach one end to your car and the other end to the car that won’t start. Eureka, we have lift off.

The fair damsel in distress was very appreciative and left with the parting remarks from the pack not to stall the car at the traffic lights.

All up can’t wait for daylight savings to arrive which is a pre curser that warmer weather is on the way. It is not easy to walk/jog in jeans and jumpers.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 25th September – Yacht Club, Yarralumla

Hare: Whiteout

Canberra Southern Cross Yacht Club was the venue for the Canberra HHH changeover run – sounds posh and a must be seen venue for O’Malley and Forrest residents.

The hash has been kicked out of better places than this (Duffy Chinese, comes to mind) so it was decided that it was better to start celebrating the changeover on the outside, taking away the opportunity to be asked to move outside.

Anyhow back to the ‘feed and drinks’ later.

The run commenced with a trail past the dragon boats which look bigger in person than on the TV. Round the bend and up the hill to a rear end visit of the High Commission of Singapore.

Check discovered soon after and a call of “on on” by Handover only to discover that it was only a white blot left by a bird with a bad case of diarrhoea.

Keep looking was the call and shortly after the trail was found and the packed moved through the green pastures of Yarralumla, amidst the fighting kangaroos (two big fellas standing upright on their hind legs and going for it) – might have been a disagreement over the number of female ‘roos to go around.

Missing Bits advised the fighters that they had nothing to worry about and we would not touch any of their female companions.

One member of the pack decided a quick short cut through the trees would help in catching up with the front runners, only to find that magpie season is in full swing. For a hash walker I managed to do a time that will get me into the next Olympics.

Moving on along the bicycle track, the pack encountered a newly erected sign – Conversation Area, so of course it was only fitting that the packed stopped for a quick conversation, the direction of the trail may have been the subject.

Of course the trail led downhill through a ‘boggy’ area to a Hash Vista, to find the Hare waiting with her loyal companions and a few stubbies of refreshments.

Almost home, we could see the yacht masts from here – on in, but not to the smell of the usual sausage sandwiches but to the smell of fish and chips with potato scallops all wrapped neatly in small boxes. Well done Hash Cash.

There was even an esky with a supply of cold refreshments, not that we needed any ice to keep them cold.

The Hare even provided chairs and a table, forgot the table cloth though.

It was agreed by the pack that this was a very civilised way to have change over runs, maybe even go so far as to say the AGM might be held at the Yacht Club, rubbing shoulders with the ‘upper class’ and bringing them down to our level.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 3rd October – Playground, MacFarland Place, Pearce

Hare: Handover

The pack met for another 4pm start due to once again Monday being another public holiday.

Don’t know if the pack will be able to settle into a working 5 day week.

The Hare arrived with one of the pack, comment was that the run has not been set yet due to the on again/off again inclement weather.

Lucky for the pack the Hare had a picture of the run in his head, so the pack set off following Handovers head (scary thought).

Whiteouts dogs became the centre of attraction for swooping magpies, it took the pressure off the pack and they managed to move out of range.

Back to the run/walk/saunter/ stroll around the walking/horse riding track around the base of Mt Taylor.

Checking out tennis courts - new, unused and some with a cover of weeds. Appears the ‘norm’ if your house backs onto Mt Taylor you are expected to have a tennis court.

Paparazzi’s comment was that it’s easier to look after a tennis court than a swimming pool, plus you get to use a tennis court more times per year.

The track finally started to go back into the suburb and a quick drizzle of rain made the pack move a little faster.

On In and a return to the swings, where the pack noticed that a car was parked nose to nose with Paparazzi’s Prado (about 12 inches apart).

Only comment was maybe the owner of the house was upset about having a car parked in front of his house and he was making a statement.

This didn’t deter the pack from enjoying a meal of Smiths chips and a Woolies dip. Standing under the trees to avoid the moisture.

The owner of the offending car finally came out and Dingles being the diplomat he is approached the driver to ask if he had a problem.

The driver said “No, why would I have a problem” and Dingles replied “Well usually when a car parks that close, they need to be jumped started due a flat battery”.

Driver promptly drove away – score one for the hash.

Next run – usual spot in Monash at the decommissioned BBQ’s. Let’s hope for some warm weather.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 10th October – BBQs, Cnr Charleston Street and Clive Steel Ave, Monash

Hare: Dingles

We all met at the wind blown decommissioned BBQs of Monash. It was decided, the RA was not doing his job, too much crappy weather lately.

Everyone just wanted to get going, it was the only chance to get warm. Once again the dogs on the run were prey to the swooping magpies. The rest of the pack formed a blockade between the bird and the dogs. The pack wound its way along a very familiar trail (to the point where the checks were simply a suggestion), and lickety split, we were back at the start.

What was waiting for us were the wurst sausages that Dingles has ever served. They were definitely German. There were many very un-pc and probably offensive attempts at humour, like them being stamped with a type of sticker and about once again being associated with gas.

On On Handover

Run Report: 17th October – Farrer Ridge, Off Athlon Drive near Sulwood Drive round-about

Hare: Live

The pack met at two separate sites. The hare at one site and the rest of the pack at another – they were only apart by 200 metres.

Electrical substation in road or the parking area for Farrer Ridge. Sounds like the plan got lost in translation.

Not to be out done the hare moved to join the pack.

The RA managed to keep the inclement weather at bay for another Monday afternoon run/walk. His apprenticeship is almost over, he is finally getting a hang of his role in hashing.

Time for a nice gentle walk around Farrer Ridge, who’s idea was it to start a hash trail uphill. The pack persevered and followed the trail. At some point in time there was a decision made that maybe we should start walking back now.

Good idea was the call, it’s getting bloody cold – the wind chill factor is about minus 50.

At least it’s all downhill from here, past the water reservoir, nearly getting run over by a pack of mountain bikers, but we managed to make it back to the car park. Then Handover breaks the news that he hasn’t brought any food – shame, shame.

It’s even too cold to stand around and have a beer, so it’s on out till next Monday. Where is all the hot weather?

On On Dingles

Run Report: 31th October – Corner of Sulwood Drive and Manheim Streets, Kambah

Hare: Paparazzi

It’s been a while but it had to happen – a Hash Hare with the gumption to tackle Mt Taylor.

Other hares have taken on the challenge in the 90’s and early 2000 and with some mixed success.

Handover skirted around the fringes of the mountain in 2015, going back further Dingles and Wallwalker tried their hand at it (Hash stories that are now in folk law). Some runs were successful, some not quite and maybe better left unreported.

Well I guess it better be explained that the trail didn’t actually go to the top of the mountain, just fizzled out after 50 metres up the concrete path, but it’s a start. Then back to the bottom and On On across the drain and a view of the houses in Torrens that back onto the mountain. The trail meandered past the usual ‘small‘ mob of kangaroos (yep, the numbers are definitely in decline - not). Down past the horse yards and back onto Athlon Drive where the pack had their first thought that what goes up, must come down and then go back up again.

By the packs calculations the ‘On In’ from the roundabout at Athlon and Sulwood, is about 2k’s back to the start point (and its uphill).

A good training run for the Missing Bits marathon in two Mondays time. The pack were all hoping that Wallwalker had Comcars on speed dial and he had ordered a pickup.

The pack was greeted by the Hare who put on a spread of BBQ chook, bread rolls and coleslaw. Now that’s something different, not the usual fine foods (snags) on offer.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 7th November – 1 Braund Place, Kambah

Hare: Whiteout

What a large crowd we were. With the RA present though, good weather was assured... for once. When we all finally arrived off we went.

The streets and pathways of Kambah don’t change much. We twisted our way towards Urambi Hills. Making our way around the Learmonth Damn we came upon the largest most metropliest of ants nest that any of us had ever seen. About 8metres by 5 with a thousand holes and the at least a quadrillion number of ants.

Eventually we started climbing Urambi, but strangely the trail did not travel towards the top as expected.

We made our way back to the tubs. There we dined on Salt n Vinegar chips as well as sausages and onion. Dingles will be sorry he missed it, such fare as he likes.

On On Handover

Run Report: 14th November – Dryandra Street, O’Connor

Hare: Missing Bits

Welcome back Missing Bits – been back in Australia for 2 days and he’s off setting a marathon.

Thank heavens the RA is still getting his act together, and with the assistance of the wet weather the trail went from 10 k’s to just 4 k’s. Maybe we wouldn’t need the torch after all (turned out one of us didn’t).

Now to set the record straight, the run started from Wetandra Street, not Dryandra St as advertised in the upcoming run sheet.

The pack started off at the usual leisurely pace. It appeared that Bits was not going to take us up Black Mountain after all as the trail led us further into the suburb of O’Connor. But as happens all too often, with a flick of the trail marker and a very sharp about turn – guess where we started to go.

Dingles being the more intelligent of the pack and the fact that it had started to rain made the wise decision to take the bitumen road back to the start point. Bits said to bring a torch, no mention of an umbrella.

The diminished pack bravely followed the also diminishing trail and daylight only to be separated when the pack leaders inadvertently found the shortened trail.

Meanwhile a lone hasher (Paparazzi) doggedly followed the Hare's markings and was confronted with a monstrous gully, awash with rapidly rising water. Once across the chasm the trail led uphill to a checkpoint and a map which said "you are here", and many sign posts, including a number that said "no entry".

Discretion being the better part of valour, and spurred on by the increasing darkness and shouts of "on, on", from the vicinity of the holiday park, the lone Hasher went down the hill, met up with another lone Hasher and returned to the start.

Huge thanks to Mrs Bits and Missing Bits for the most enjoyable bacon and egg rolls.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 21st November – Dryandra Street, O’Connor

Hare: Washed Out

Well done Washed Out for two separate incidents.

One – the RA and hare finally got their act’s together and in sync – beautiful sunny weather.

Two – the trail was easy to follow and less than 3 k’s long ( take note fellow hares, size does not matter)

Anyhow back to the walk – although Paparazzi and Missing Bits did break into a run at times.

As mentioned previous, a gentle meander through the bushlands of Bonython. Across the road and around the pond, across the weir wall and back to the BBQ. How good was that.

But wait the best was yet to come. The pack arrived back as a group and were welcomed by the smell of meat patties and bacon – with cheese and tomatoes, on a sesame seed bun.

The verdict is that Washed Out can set more runs.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 28st November – Decommissioned BBQ’s, cnr of Charleston and Clive Steele Ave Monash

Hare: Dingles

The ever familiar Monash. We all arrived, wondering who the long haired hippy was with the Hare. Turned out to be Junior Dingles, already into the beer. Dingles taught him early.

I think we know all every which way around Monash by now. When we found the check while on a check we realised, Dingles can still surprise us. ...Which he did, when we found the nearest arrows pointing back at the 2nd check. It’s from the oldest, seldom used chapter in the Hash book, ‘How to confuse your fellow Hash’. We managed to find our way, but were then confronted by a back-check.

A lovely lady wondered if we had lost a dog as we were strove to catch the FRB. “That’s us”, we replied, leaving her in total bewilderment.

Not a very long trail, we were back almost before we started. Dingles showed he is open to many culinary delights, cooking up some marinated chicken sausage wings.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 5th December – River Kwai Thai Restaurant, 9 Trenerry St, Weston

Hare: Handover

The first Monday in December. The once a year, annual Canberra Hash AGPU. The gathered Hash shouted “Hazzah!” at the sight of a shopping trolley full of grog being wheeled towards them.

The APGU was declared open by the sound of an opening stubby. With an process as confusing and controversial as the American election, the Canberra Hashittee were elected. All of his Bribes backfired, which left Handover re-appointed as OnSec for a 3rd year.

Onto the run.

With one in each hand, the only goal was to finish the trail before the drinks. Surprise, surprise, when some lady walked with us for a short way carrying a bottle of wine.

Going a bit further, we found another set of arrows. We were embarrassed that their Hares arrows were bigger than ours, but he assured us that his worked just as well.

Going a bit further, we found the source of the more impressive arrows. Capital Hash were parked beside the Independent Living Centre. We chose not to tell them we had a restaurant booking, since it’s also lacking in size.

Finding ourselves at the River Kwai, the Restaurant in Weston Creek that is, not the river in Thailand. Like everything else seems to be, the Hares run wasn’t that long. There we dined on the best dining experience Canberra Hash has had in a year.

On On Washed Out

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