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| Hash Number: | 1089 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1089 - the Red, White and Blue Hash |
| When: | July 1, 2015 |
| Where: | 427 West 7th Street, New Castle, DE |
| Hares: | Just Dominic Meh-Dick Perfect Woman | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash # 1089, the Red, White and Blue Hash When: Wednesday July 1st 2015, 6:30 PM HST Where: 427 West 7th Street, Old New Castle, Delaware (behind Buyrite Liquors) Who: Mystery Hare and Mystery Hare D'erections: From I-95 North or South Take the Rt 141 exit south to Old New Castle all the way to the end at the Tee intersection (Rt 9) turn left go 100 yards turn right before Buyrite Liquors into parking lot. Look for hashers park and Hash. Dog Friendly: Dogs will most likely need a leash on trail. | Hashers |
| Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Circle Jerk Closing Time Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Famous Jack Fast Eddie Gizz Specialist Grand Hash Hasher Groper Just Dominic Kum On Inn Mary Fucking Poppins Meh-Dick NecroPheelMeUp Nipple Licking Good Perfect Woman Pissticide PubeHeAteHer Rug Burn Smells Like Hash Spirit Spunk Monkey Trail Order Bride Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wingnuts Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1089 So, the slobbering pack gathered up behind the Buy Rite Liquors off of West 7th street and along the good old Delaware River is ye’ Ole New Castle on the early evening of July the 1st, 2015 AD for the annual Red, White and Blue Hash. Hashers I remember being present at some point. Buttlite, Just Dominik, Circle Jerk w/ fast Eddie, Do Me on the Beach, Groper, Rug Burn, Pissticide, Dead End, Gizz Specialist w/ Bo, Just Chris, Dirty Wet Pussy, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Mary Fucking Poppins (after a 7 week hiatus), Wishboneher, Cousin It w/ Famous Jack, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Grand Hash Hasher, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Wingnuts, Cock A’ Doodle Don’t, Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck, Just Beth, Nipple Licking Good ( a visitor from Carolina Trash) w/ some half weiner dog named Captain Morgan, Woody, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, Spunk Monkey, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, and many, many others. Our two mystery hares were unsurprisingly, Perfect Woman, and surprisingly Med-Dick, though we didn’t find out Med-dick was the other hare until later and spent most of trail cursing Just Dominik thinking it was him. And speaking of Just Dominik we enjoyed some of his homemade wine in the parking lot for a while while waiting for our beer-meister’s to show up. And some powerful stuff it was, as we enjoyed a few dog fights involving Bo, who I guess, was in a testy mood that day. After a while of hanging in the in the weed strewn parking area our fair weather RA Wishboneher made a significant effort to gather the pack together for the chalk and unmask the second of the two mystery hares. Perfect Woman laid down the marks. And once again as the tradition goes left flag ribbons along the way with a first, second and third prize awaiting those who picked up the most. And he also warned us that some of the marks had, as of yet to be laid. Particularly the first Turkey/Eagle Split, and that us in the front were likely to blow past where it was supposed to be before it was there. So we had kind of a reverse live haring situation going on. But with the arrow laid at chalk talk pointing true we made it off. On! On! We ran though the parking lot and out onto 7th street, where we abruptly lost trail but found a flag or two. On! On! Trail was found going down south street and past battery park with PubeHeAteHer rushing as fast as he could to get all the flags, and in the process getting into struggles with MFP, Kum On Inn, and DWP along the way. Wow! Pube really wanted that first prize, thus inspiring some of us to prevent him from getting it at all costs. On! On! Trail went along the river by Battery Park, then disappeared, perhaps because it hadn’t been laid yet. Us on the eagle trail wondered around a bit, and were soon joined by a lost Groper and Do Me On the Beach, who said they saw marks up the street somewhere, but thought maybe they were following trail backwards. Eventually PubeHeAteHer found a check after going through somebody’s yard, and we were back on trail again. On! On! Down some street on Old New Castle we went, until we crossed Rt. 9 and found a parking lot, with a pickup truck, with a beer in it. We enjoyed our brews for a few, enjoying the not overly humid weather, while some whiny punks complained about only having miller light and PBR to choose from and while Bo got into a fight with another dog. Eventually those of us with ambitions of getting a prize for the most ribbons got on trail sooner, rather than later. On! On! Trail went down Rt 9 a bit more and I think to Rt 273, through the center of town. We found the Turkey/Eagle split, marked ahead for us this time with the Turkeys going to the left, and from what I heard, that part of the Turkey trail had a lot more ribbons on it. The eagle trail being slightly more ribbon less and slightly less marked, with us thinking it went down the railroad tracks, which it didn’t until later. We looked for marks around William Penn High, and even started going towards the Christiana Mall, when Medic revealing himself to be the other mystery hare pointed us in a different direction. On! On! We found a mark, and then found nothing. Then Medic called On! On! and then we found another mark ... And then nothing. Meanwhile the auto-hashing Weird Al and Bumpy Beaver passed us down the road. PubeHeAteHer and Cock A’ Doodle Don’t understood the general direction of trail and caught up to the Turkeys on the railroad tracks. And we saw them on the other side of a tract of land yelling On! On! And a tract of land it was that some annoying C-U-N-T claimed belonged to her. But according to hare who said according to the map, it actually didn’t. So though of us still on Eagle took a quick bypass a block up and over, and ended up back on trail, which was back on the railroad tracks for a bit. On! On! Trail went out to the street, and to another park where we found the beer truck for the second beer near. We enjoyed our brews for a bit and then the ice cream truck went by. With the ice cream truck blasting that catchy tune resulting in so many shameful hashers unable to resist the urge to have ice cream at a beer stop. And since most people didn’t bring cash many resorted from borrowing from the bank of Spunk Monkey. Thus giving Spunk a fine opportunity to give out adjustable rate loans that can be paid back in a number of ways........ We noticed some bike cops playing basketball in the park next store, but they didn’t notice us, so we continued to enjoy our brews for a few minutes before going back on trail. On! On! Another Turkey/Eagle split, with the turkeys just going down to 7th street, and the eagles running along the river, with only about 2 or 3 more flags out their to grab. Circle Jerk decided to short cut the eagle trail again, and appeared in the front roughly in-between the turkeys and the eagles. Trail led the eagles back to the old trail, with an On In mark about a half mile from the actual On! In! And so, we all made it back to the the back of the liquor store with Spunk Monkey being last in and deliberately slowing himself down so that our visitor Nipple Licking Good, who had to carry his dog for most of the hash, would not be stuck with this burden. People hung out for a few minutes before we were joined by one of the bike cop’s we saw earlier, and Smells Like Hash Spirit stepped forward to sweet talk him AKA explain we were just another harmless jogging group, in order to give the rest of us a chance to get out out there. And this was actually a pretty brave thing of her, since she had another warrant out for her arrest that week after forgetting to pay a traffic ticket again. And so, Perfect Woman directed the pack to drive down to the Delaware National Guard base where his co-hare and fellow National Guardsmen, Med-Dick was busy unlocking the gate for us and firing up the grill. The pack more or less came in about the same time. Our fair-weather RA, Wishboneher commenced the circle. Awards and penalties were dished out, songs were sung. Our hares got 3 or 4 or 5 or more down-downs for various offenses and achievements. PubeHeAteHer was given first in, though I don’t think he actually was, and Spunk Monkey drank for last, but I’m pretty sure he actually was. Our visitor Nipple Licking Good, along with his dog Captain Morgan, who was dressed up in a happy coat, along with Pissticide who has showed up regularly lately drank for being visitors and the dog this time didn’t need somebody to be a proxy. The Interrupttises and the Justs got their down-downs along with the people with blood or who crashed. And apparently Rug Burn broke her wrist. Though I don’t know if it was before, during or after trail. But I do remember her being at the Apre’s. Just Dominick who hadn’t showed up since the last Red, White and Blue hash, and hadn’t showed up before that since the one before that and so on, but has shown up enough times to finally get a name was that night named “Public Maceration”. With Maceration being a step in the wine making process and Dominick being an amateur wine maker. Though it also means the skin of somebody’s foot turning soft, white and falling off after being wet for too long. And this, according to Wishboneher, was the true inspiration for the name. And by the time this naming took place it was almost 10pm and Med-Dick and Weird Al had been working the grill for a few minutes. And over half the pack was busy helping themselves to the food. And this to the great dismay of those strict practitioners of hash etiquette, if there is such a thing. And so we enjoyed some hotdogs and some Grade-A hamburgers- which I suspect came from Herman’s Meat Market, along with two varieties of macaroni salad, though I could not tell the difference between the two. We also had a big cake that said “Happy Birthday America” along with Magic Hat, Samuel Adams, Troegs Beer and some of Cousin’s It’s homemade brew. And the top three finalists in the flag collecting contest this time were PubeHeAteHer, Kum On Inn, and Dirty Wet Pussy each getting a bottle of wine to take home. Though by the disappointing look on his face, I could tell Pube wasn’t first again because the other hashers gave a bunch of their ribbons to Kum On Inn and DWP. After we ate and drank and ate and drank, most of us left. But, as rumor has it, those who stayed got to go for a ride on the Humvee IED simulator that Perfect Woman had the keys for. All and All it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for the the next Hockessin hash this coming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |