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| Hash Number: | 1317 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1317 |
| When: | Oct. 5, 2019 |
| Where: | Brandywine Springs Park, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Woody Woodpecker | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1317 When: Saturday, October 5, 2019 at 3:00pm HST Where: Brandywine Springs Park, 3302 Faulkland Rd, Wilmington, DE Who Hare: Woody What Else: Back to our normal 3pm start time. Friendlies: Neither dog nor kid friendly. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take Rt. 141 North to Rt. 2 West/Newark. Turn right onto Rt. 41 North/Newport Gap Pike. Go about one mile and turn right onto Rt. 34/Faulkland Road, the park is immediately on your right. Park, hash, and wait until Woody lets the hash go in peace. | Hashers |
| Biatch Bunion Butt Butt Lite Digital Dick Do Me On the Beach Groper Legal Ego Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer RaidR Skidmarks Slutmaster Toxic Shock Triple A-hole Up Piss Creek Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1317 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in the parking lot of Brandywine Springs park on the brisk Fall afternoon of October the 5th, 2019 AD. Hashers present at some point included: NecroPheelMeUp, Pube He Ate Her, Magic Carpet Ride, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Mary Fucking Poppins, Triple A-Hole, Just Joshua, Wishboneher, SlutMaster, Do Me on the Beach, Groper, Up Piss Creek, Bunion Butt, Wetlay, Toxic Shock, RaidR, Biatch, Buttlite, Digital Dick, and many, many others. Our hare for the day and for the second time in the last few weeks was Woody. And so we hung out till almost 3:30, sipping some beers and wondering if he was ever going to show up. Show up he eventually did, and wrote down some marks for the chalk talk, before our RA for the day, Wishboneher circled us up. Woody told us to look out for marks in flour, red chalk, and orange ribbon. He also warned us of some shiggy, and a water crossing or two, something one wouldn't normally expect from him. In addition he also warned us that while scouted and laying he encountered some angry bees, and 8 point Buck, and some snakes. And to look out for that. He also told us there may be some other problems with this trail, as he had gotten a late start on things and didn't have it all completely worked out yet -- par for the course in this writers point of view. Woody stayed behind to give short-cut instructions to those who felt like whussing out on most of the trail while the rest of us headed out. On! On! Trail took us towards Route 41 then banged a left down the hill. Then banged another left down towards the trails and the bridge. The FRB's solved a few checks and falses. On! On! From this point, and for a little, while trail followed the same route as our last hash in Brandywine Springs Park. We took another left then went across the bridged then took another left and made a crossing of the Red Clay Creek at the exact same spot that the Jello shot stop was back in July for Porta'Ho and Magic's trail. And so those who followed had to get ankle deep in some chilly water, motivating a few more to chicken out and head back to point A or to get lost trying to find some way around that. On! On! Trail went though up the hill and along the other side of the creek through some nasty nasty shiggy resulting in more than one hasher getting blood on trail. Trail took us across across a small canyon carved out by a currently dried up stream and which had to be crossed using a fallen tree. On! On! Trail took us over and around the remains of an ancient pumping station then through some more shiggy, then back across the Red Clay Creek again. Marks were hard to find for a little while. Though we did eventually find them up an over the railroad tracks and they took us to a large concrete slab atop the creek which seemed like a fine place to do a beer stop. But wasn't .... So far. On! On! Trail took us up past the Greenbank Mill, where we ran past yet another wedding party taking pictures. Up the road we went for a few feet, where we encountered Pube yelling Beer Near! Running towards us. And so following instructions we backtracked all the way back to the concrete slab which seemed like a good place for a beer stop, as it turned out our hare had intended to be so, but didn't get a chance to mark it yet and arrived to the closest parking lot just as Pube had got there. And so we enjoyed our brews waiting for the folks in the back to make it there, though a few of them never did. Not including Slutmaster who managed to hobble back across the creek with the Ass-isstence of several other hashers. As we were nearing the bottom of our refreshments our hare gave us some more complicated instructions, AKA, more excuses of how he fucked the trail up. And informed we were going to be crisscrossing part of the earlier trail. About four of us went off in search of more marks, while the rest took the short-cut down the railroad tracks that the hare instructed them about. On! On! Trail took us out onto the road, then back into the woods onto the railroad tracks. We soon encountered some more shiggy Woody's Crisscross mark informing us with were going to be backtracking through what we did earlier. On! On! Trail took us back to the same creek crossing we did before, then back the same way we went before, until we encountered a few new marks instructing us to go back up the hill to the back picnic area of the park close to where we started. One by one by two the hashers straggled, with yours truly finishing dead fucking last, only because 15 people shortcutted. After a little drying off we adjourned to the picnic tables under the pavilion. Where we moved around some tables for no apparent reason. Down Down beers were poured and eventually our RA for the day, Wishboneher opened up circle. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. Our hare for the day, Woody, drank a few times for showing up late and mis-coordinating things. Our first in and last in drank. Our interrruptus drank. Just Joshua drank for wearing a race shirt. And Magic Carpet Ride, who was dressed to the nines, and who hung at point A the whole time, as she wanted to stay fresh and clean for the concert she was planning on attending shortly after drank for auto-hashing. Then got a down-down for something else that didn't go down so smooth and ended up all over her shirt, a view that entertained many. Then it ended up being time for Just Joshua, who has hashed with us a few times now, to be brought in for a naming. After admitting he was an attorney by trade, and had a big ego, a few interesting idea for names were thrown out, such as Ego-Testicle, and Illegal Ego. But some how the pack settled on Legal Ego.. And so he did he first down-down as a named hashers. After announcements were made and circle was closed, Woody set up a fine spread of refreshments for us including beans and rice, grilled veggies, and chicken turkey hotdogs, with a fine variety of sauces and condiments. And so we enjoyed that for a while before packing up and heading out. As just as we were doing that, the late-cumming ButtLite and Digital Dick arrived. Great timing I suppose. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1318 this cumming Saturday. On! On! MFP | |