The hare forgot his poem at circle up as Digger pissed on the trail.
There were smiles on faces as merry hashers thrashed through one of the best bush hashes in quite a while. So it was raining and the water was sometimes up to our knees, the swordfern chaffed the unprotected shins, and boulders twisted ankles but was is hashing anyway.
People were sliding all over the place, but Bushsquatter out did everyone and fell seven times.
Twenty hashers plus hares made it to the beer check, we were not absolutely sure how many set out.
Down-downs were in Shakesbeer and Spitter's garage around the high altar of a 351c Cleveland engine.
Sweet Pee's sister was named Loo Attendant after announcing herself as Lieutenant (pronounced lefftennent) Christine.
In a related matter Stretch-Dickey got a down-down for crapping on the trail.
On-afters were at the Paddlewheel where the debate raged about waxing your butt. Sexcavation insisted it was practiced at her boutique and produced papers to prove it. Shrink, always one to lower a healthy discussion, wondered if this included the sphincter and was a wank thrown in.