Drink Start, Drink Stop, Drink Finish. Ewe can imagine the shock and bewilderment of the assembled hash men when the hare explained there was in fact a trail and worse […]

Well, when you totally disregard the Trail Master’s well-timed and aptly named run, all partakers would need to be convinced with a cold beverage on arrival to simmer tensions. And […]

KAOS: You wouldn’t fuckin believe it(in actual fact everyone believed it, and most expected it as it is now an all too common occurrence) but the Hare(absentee) Eno decided to […]

Let's set the scene for this absolute masterclass in athletic excellence and organisational competence. Fresh Meat, Pepe Le Spew, WTFAI, BallBags, Tristan and Eno bravely faced the treacherous, washed-out forest. […]

Well, after much agonizing deliberation – spearheaded by the know-it-all Eno – we actually managed to drag ourselves to Tom Rose HQ. A moment of silence, please, for Arsenic. He […]

We kicked things off at Budds Beach this time around. After last week’s absolute shenanigans trying to navigate our way out of Tom Rose, the committee collectively decided that sticking […]

And what a run it was; Tristan, our to-be-named hasher, wanted to show that he is worthy of being an esteemed member of the Covid Rehash. After arranging an incredible […]

Hash Trash: Run #323 – The Mazda Run Off the back of arguably one of the best virgin runs in hash history, our expectations were high. Naturally, reality hit hard. […]

It turns out "cant" was completely misspelt in the title; a fitting tribute to the level of intellect we were dealing with from the hare on this particular outing. Our […]

The numbers simply do not lie; or at least they don't when you actually bother to do the math. Both the runners and the walkers managed to successfully add 3+2+5 […]

In what is rapidly becoming a horrific and predictable trend, the hare decided that yet another super steep climb made complete sense for World Chocolate Day. Because nothing says celebrating […]

What could only be described as an absolute French cock-up started appropriately right outside the latrines; it was a total shit show from that point onward. Thanks to some spectacularly […]

So our Hare, Miscarriage, somehow survived pole dancing lessons in Cambodia and a reaming by the Gold Coast Council to set a Figure-of-8 run in Burleigh Heads. It was a […]

If you thought last week was a shitshow, strap in, because Run 329 was a cacophony of absolute, unadulterated drama. We came for a run and some beers, but what […]

Welcome to the disaster class that was Run #330. Our illustrious hare, Y2KYJelly, decided to host us from Ball (or Bag) End—proving once and for all that a massive dick […]

The "Trail" After quickly updating the hareline, it became blindingly obvious that the actual Hare was MIA. So, our GM did what GMs supposedly do - he actually showed up […]

Let’s just get this out of the way: we executed yet another flawlessly planned, masterful, highly athletic run. ...Alright, fine, back to reality. Our esteemed Hare, Derro, decided that actually […]

What a f$ckin run. The hare (Eno F$ck All) proved once and for all, he really knows how to set trial with this 7km / 3hr 18min beauty. Unfortunately, due […]

Well, here we go again. The hare, Fresh Meat, decided that setting a trail from the infamous dogging park simply lacked ambition. Naturally, the only logical way to upgrade dodging, […]

The usual shenanigans and festivities kicked off with zero walkers in sight and Baah Sinister acting as the hare. He blamed his car breaking down—an excuse strikingly similar to the […]

To be confirmed - please check the whatsapp group but it is Ballbags run next