#294: Thanksgiving Day (The proper American one)

It’s not that often the runners cum across the walkers on trail and I certainly can’t remember it happening 45min in with the runners heading back to Tom Rose and the walkers heading in the opposite direction to God knows where!!!

However, the runner’s glee was short lived with the forest playing its usual tricks in the dark resulting in an endless Goanna Loop forcing yet another “off trail” sojourn to the delight of Miscarriage who loves nothing more than a bit of bush bashing.

In the meantime, the navigationally challenged walkers had managed to sort themselves out meaning the whole kennel reconnected again just in time for the notoriously hard to find on in from the fire trail (well, that’s what Eno F&ck All reckons) resulting in a 1hr 15min time for both walkers (4km) and runners (6.2km).

As the Thanksgiving Day (proper American one) Run dicktates we feasted on Turducken with all the trimmings, cracked a few festive jokes and some hash men loosened their bowels in what I assume was a sign of appreciation for the nosh.

In the circle that followed the feast, Miscarriage was overjoyed by all the wildlife the hare (Tommy Two Stroke) had organised on trail and was going to give the run a 7.5 but discounted it by 0.6 because no snake bite treatment was required nor administered. Ballbags gave the walk a 6.9 and then shocked the kennel stating “tech” was the future and that we should immediately abandon antiquated methods of trail setting stating “flour, paper & chalk” has had a fair go and we should “get onboard” with digital coz it keeps the pack together (everyone’s too scared shitless to fall behind) and that trail markings are super over rated anyway (probably explains his love for going “off-piste”).

The usual spiteful and vindicative charges followed including Baaaah Sinister getting on the cock funnel for some trumped-up charge from the GM and the Booze Master. Despite reassurances from the GM that the raffle was not fixed somehow Triple T won a Thomas the Tank “Peep Peep” and we assume a new job.

Well done Tommy on your raffle “win” and for organising such a great night of hash. Next week Eno F#ck All will be guiding us around yet even more virgin bush with the “Where’s the Onions Run”.
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