Deep Shit, our Hare.  He done hared a load of these runs. Hare they are:  2012 , 2010 , 2009 , 2008 , 2007 , 2006 , 2004 , 2003 , 2002 , 2001 and his first was Goldstream Haring was in  2000

Frogger, Sir My Cocks A'Fallen, Stoolie Andrews, Richard the Turds, some of the 'big' names in the VHHH, wait for the Goldstream Hash to start - I mean, most of these names get shortened.

Our remaing RA of the Blue Balls and Pantsdownbooty co-RA-team remains, and yet in 2 weeks time his position is up for election at the AGPU, assuming he gets nominated, and accepts.

Blue Balls starts the circle off by introducing our latest victim,... I mean virgin,  Just Michael.  He's a keen beer lover with a brewery connection. Click here for the video .

The hare show his trail marks.  Most of us know these, but some hashers have short memories.  In the video he says afterward we're going 'there', which of course is the pub.  The pub is alway on a good Hares mind. Click here for the video .

Bad To The Bone, Udderly Stupid, Knob Goblin, Some Bitchy 'C', and our virgin Just Michael pose infront of one big tree.  Hashers like lots of wood.

After a predictable run through Goldstream Park Camping Grounds the pack finds itself headed up onto the train lines.

Mary Poppins ran the entire trail with his trademark blue umbrella.  The guy can run too. Everywhere I went I was never loss, because I could see that umbrella often when everything else blended in.

Frogger, Steamy, and Happy Sperm lead the followers up the first hill.

The pack didn't stay on the tracks for long, and soon the hare has us headed up another slope.  The roots of a dead tree give us natural steps.

These eager hounds bound up the hill.

After a bit of confusion and a false trail at the top, the pack heads down the other side.

Climbing over a dead tree to get the a path that follows the creek.

Happy Sperm joyfully leaps over the log ...

... followed by the rest of the pack.

Stroke follows, having gotten loss at the top of the hill.

The river in all its fall splendour.

More river with a different camera.  Where would we be if we were not hashing, and would it be as fine?

The parks people kindly build this set of stairs just for Richard the Turd.

Hashers climb the stairs.  There's hardly any running here.  They've already been tuckered out by running hilly trails.

Double Hump and Richard pose with a big rock.  That tree might not be there if it were not for that rock!  Double Hump admires the angle of the tree.

Hoopalong Chastity finds a friend.  A Chum of hers.  Its dead though.  Adding to the fall odours of a world class salmon spawning river.

Here are some live chum looking to spawn.  Chum have good eyes and are distracted by bright colour, which visitors to Goldstream are asked not to wear.

Some bright hasher in dim colours.

Dead Chum male.  These salmon are in the thousands along the banks of the river.  The website Goldstreampark.com has more about it here.

It was nice of parks officials to build us a bridge.

The pack visits a weir, probably used to count the number of fish that come up the river.

There are fungus among us.

Pot Hole and SBC in near the spawning beads.

The rabble waiting for refreshments.

Ah, finally the BC, and hot blue berry tea.  We decide to do our down-downs here too.

The Hare gets his for his trail not having enough shiggy, but also for an otherwise fine trail.

Out excelent RA, in the river mist, almost trips over the snacks ... maybe it wasn't the best choice to circle up around the snacks.

Just Michael is called into the circle to tell his joke.

He is now no longer a hash virgin; his home kennel forever the Victoria Hash House Harriers.

Much Sucker and Bad to the Bones are punished.  The reason has been lost in the mists, even if they weren't.

Some Bitchy C makes an appearance fresh from the walkers route, called into the circle for something she did, or didn't do,

Boomerang returns for more punishment.  He seem to look forward to it.

Just Michael shows how its done.  I hasher in the making with a transgression on his first run!

Blue Balls calls in his other half for punishment, and I bet this down-down was for her befriending of a dead chum, and his looking foreward to the ride home in the car with her new Odour Goldstream.

Hoops finds pine needles in her beer.  If Blue wasn't such a nice guy, one might have though this was his doing.

Finaly, she was just to quiet, and Knob Goblin is punished.

Finally the rabble get to the pub.  Like I said a Hares mind is always on the pub ... or maybe something else.

Waiting for beer Stroke Alone askes Mary Poppins if he can use his smart phone to call for service.

On afters is at Ma Miller's Pub.

Udderly Stupid came out as a walker, and in his own stylish way.

Stoolie and his new cool friend Michael;  like Peas in a pod.

My name's Muck ... Muck Sucker.

Stoolie as a soft spot for Knob Goblin

Yup, that is what dinner costs.  Beer is expensive.

Stoolie's staying power.  One kiss knocked him out.

At the end of the day an ambulance and police car arrive, but not for any of the hashers.  Fortunately this year no misadventures occurred.  On On!