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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1986: RUN NO.134 Run Date: 14 July 1986 Dominated By Dogs Firstly, many happy returns to Cream Soda who celebrated his fifty third birthday on the hash, proving he wasn't over the hill having done the Haytor race on the day before and still managing a few moor tops yet. However, his "On On" calls were fading towards the end of the hash, and later he was seen falling off his seat... After a boring bit on a path south of the Plume of Feathers, Princetown, the trail set off across a field covered in foot-high grass. According to Morris Minor & Snakehips, the field was flat about two weeks before the hash, but this was little consolation to the hounds who were by now confused by seemingly random calls of "On On". Eventually, someone found a check-in at the stone and some sort of order (?) was restored. I was disappointed that Horse-Trough wasn't there. After what he did to Morris-Minor's car, I would have enjoyed helping him into the nearest bog. Perhaps a better punishment for him would have been to make him run round with I.A.T. Having introduced a friend to the hash (what does he do to his enemies?), I.A.T. promptly lived up to his name by taking him on a short-cut and arriving back at the On-Down a quarter of an hour later than the main hash. He claims that the heather was much prettier on his route and the delay was blamed on stopping to pick flowers. All his friend could do was to keep repeating "I enjoyed that" (perhaps we could call him I.E.T.). The hash had more than it's fair share of bogs and Dinner-Jacket (DJ) showed the advantages of living locally by staying out of the more squelchy bits. To be fair, I hold nothing against the man, especially as he bought drinks for Morris-Minor and myself. On the return half of the excursion, Snakehips decided that the visibility had dropped enough to justify stopping for a head count, although the purpose of this was unclear because once he reached fifteen he just said "Oh, well, that'll do" and sped off once more into the fog. Was he just hiding the fact that he can't count beyond fifteen? He was certainly taking a long time to count the hash cash later in the evening. The events of the evening seem to have been dominated by dogs. A red-setter appeared half-way round and attacked several hounds including I.A.T. & I.E.T. on their short cut. Hubcaps brought along two fine-looking canines, both looking spick & span, and she spent most of the evening trying to keep them out of the water. This she managed very well until she was almost home when they simultaneously made a bee-line for the nearest mud-pool and decided to have a bath (and severely reprimanded for it they were, too). At the On Down, Jimmy decided to confirm his status as a Doberman against two fairly wimpish-looking mutts and someone was heard to shout "I'll have a tenner on the black one!" ( I have it on good authority that this is nothing unusual for an On-Down). Non-u-Sara very diplomatically said that the hash was very good except for the boggy bits ... you mean there were some non-boggy bits? Anyway, see you all at the next hash. Don't forget what a very wise man once said ....... "Don't Panic!".
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