The 187th Hash was on Sunday June 17th .

No Style Hash

Lord of the Farts proclaimed that this was a no style hash.
Well Bushsquatter was dressed appropriately, but Playaway had not received word and arrived with great style on his Velocette.

The Fart had managed to cram a trail into one quarter mile square. This was achieved by zig zagging between trees and meant that the pack arrived breathless a mere 50 yards further along the trail from where it had entered the forest.

The beercheck came soon whereBS got stuck in a tree, perhaps hoping that some beefy fireman would rescue her. She had to put up with CB.

At the down-downs CB struck gold by getting two awards. One for false calling, "because I felt like it!" was his excuse, the other for short cutting. Both fine hash traditions that the rather literal bordering on anal pack have yet to appreciate.
Sexist slipped on a leaf and had to suffer the "little bird "song. Indeed there was no style.