The 183rd Hash was on Sunday April 1st!

It was silly hat day in respect of April Fools Day. Tommy Cooper obliged as did Crocodile Dundee and the rag bag of numerous mothers in law.

It was a well laid trail but after a couple of lucky guesses Cliffbanger found himself well in the lead.
He assumed that the rest of the pack had strayed into Iranian waters and been taken hostage, so ran on enjoying the great trail, on a beautiful spring day.
In fact the rest of the pack had escaped, but having been tortured, limped along like a heard of turtles.
One of the hares, Fairbutt, realising Cliffbanger’s indulgent behaviour, led the pack on quite a short cut, putting him a mile behind instead of a mile in front.

Cliffbanger arrived just as the B.S. had called last orders and the pack was in the far distance and he spent the rest of the run trying to catch them.

Rabid dogs, wild bulls and over sexed goats, fore warned by the hare,did not appear. They obviously felt more at home with the walkers.

At the down-downs, Dawn was awarded a beer for trying hard not to be last so she wouldn’t get a beer. Well Mounted was also honoured for nearly corking himself to death and had to drink out of a jeroboam wine bottle that Bushsquatter had forgotten to wash out.
Dancing Queen was noticeably taller due to his many blister plasters so likewise drank. Cliffbanger had to drink lemonade for ignoring the plight of the hostages.