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| Hash Number: | 1325 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1325 |
| When: | Nov. 30, 2019 |
| Where: | 1 Middleton Drive, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1325 When: Saturday, November 30, 2019 at 3:00pm EST (Important Hash Time info: Pack off promptly! Hash day's 4:38 pm sunset is only one minute shy of the earliest sunset of 2019, so we'll need to get on trail promptly if the Eagles are gonna get all 8 miles in before dark) Where: International Montessori School in the beautiful Pike Creek Valley Who Hare: Wet Lay & Bunion Butt What Else: The Hares guarantee that, though more than 90% of the trail falls within the Pike Creek Valley flood plain, Hashers WILL NOT get their ankles wet. Hares' Promise. Oh, and pack off promptly at 3:00 pm! Friendlys: Friendly to kids & dogs: Trail, sure enough, Apres, no way! Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From either direction on I-95, when you get to the gigantic interchange near Christiana Mall, follow signs to Route 7 Northbound. Stay on Route 7 North for just over 5 miles. Immediately after passing Pike Creek Shopping Center and Goldey Beacon College, turn right onto Stoney Batter Road. Stay on Stoney Batter Rd for just over one half mile, then turn left onto Middleton Drive. Make an immediate left into Montessori school, then quick right to find the discreet, tucked-away Hash parking lot. Or search for the International Montessori School, Newark DE if you'd prefer. Excuse me for trying to help. Any questions or lost souls call Bunion or Wet Lay | Hashers |
| Beulah Ball-Breaker Bitch In Heat Bunion Butt Cause for Blindness Circle Jerk Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach FukStik Groper Hemogoblin I am 17 Cumming on 18 Kojack Sack Legal Ego Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Pickle Dick Poo Fucker Port-a-Ho Purple Haze RaidR Spit Bucket Spunk Monkey STD Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Triple A-hole Wet Lay Wingnuts Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1325 So the slobbering pack gathered up in the parking lot of the International Montesouri School in the Pike Creek sector on the overcast, but otherwise not too cold, not too windy, not raining day of Saturday, November the Turdieth, 2019 AD, for the post Thanksgiving Day hash, also known the hash most popular with interruptus to appear at. Yes, whether they are back in town to visit family and friends, or decided they didn’t want to drink alone on a holiday weekend. Hashers I remember being present at some point included: Spunk Monkey, Triple A-Hole, Dirty Wet Pussy, Legal Ego, Spitbucket, WIshboneher, Purple Haze, Magic Carpet Ride, Toxic Shock, Do Me on the Beach, Porta-Ho, Tinsel Tits, Groper, Mary Fucking Poppins, Pickle Dick, 17 Cumming on 18, Hemo Goblin, Beullah Ballbreaker, STD, Circle Jerk, RaidR, Cause For Blindness, Fuck Stik, Bitch in Heat, Kojack Sack, Poo Fucker, Wing Nuts and many, many others. Our hares for the day were once again Bunion Butt and Wet Lay, who absolutely insisted that we leave on time, and not hash time, as they supposedly had a pretty long trail planned for the eagles, at least, and the sun was gong down rather quickly this time of year. Warned several times over the week, we were, about leaving on time, that is. Since our hash cash collector was once again, not present, and all four of our beer meisters were, once again, not available, the cooler tending duties fell to the hares, themselves, that day. And one of our RAs, Spitbucket, assigned himself the task of collecting the hash cash. A duty which he performed with the enthusiasm, the zeal, and the thoroughness of a young, idealistic IRS agent who is trying to prove himself in order to get a promotion. If there ever was a hash anywhere, at anytime, where no one ..... absolutely no one got away with out paying hash cash it would be this one. Spitbucket made sure of that. And so, those who arrived a few minutes early did get a chance to enjoy a brew or a sweet chocolatety, mixed drink concoction donated, I think, from our friends visiting from Virginia. And while our one RA was still busy shaking down the later arrivals, and our other RA, Wishboneher, having not heeded the instructions involving time, had not yet arrived, our hare, Bunion Butt, at about exactly 3:05 pm, opened up circle for the chalk talk himself. After assuring us that trail wouldn’t be as long as he originally announced and that there would be no trespassing whatsoever and that our feet should stay mostly dry, our hare told us to look out for marks made with the enriched wheat flour he had. But mostly for pink ribbons on trees that he left a lot of. We were told to expect one beer stop and that there would be a Turkey/ Eagle split just after that. I believe a check, a false and a check back were also laid down for the chalk talk, however I don’t remember seeing a single one of those marks on the trail at any point. Anyhow Bunion Butt laid down the true trail arrow to point us in the right general direction and those present went off on trail just before Wishboner arrived. And about 15 minutes before about half a dozen other hashers did. On! On! Trail took us out and across Middleton Rd, then through a little bit of what I think is called Limestone Hills park. And down a steep, steep hill we went, with much shiggy until we came back out onto Stoney Batter Rd. On! On! From this point and for a while we followed the pink ribbons that our hares left for us hanging on trees though out the greater Pike Creek flood plain. That lucky for us wasn’t very flooded at the time. There were a few brief water crossings here and there. Legal Ego attempted to be nice and build a walkway made of rocks across one of them. On! On! Trail took us along the edge of a few peoples backyards, though our hare had assured us there would be no trespassing, some of the hashers in the back got a little bit of shit and an evil eye or two from concerned residents. If one followed the ribbons closely, which appeared to be doing there best to remain in-between property lines, one may not have been trespassing, but one would find one self in a great deal of shiggy. On! On! Up a few hills the ribbons took us, and around a few fences, until eventually we came to the backyard of Poo Fucker who was there with his trusty mutt and a cooler of beer. This some of us reminisced was the sight of the famous beer stop with no beer at it a year and so before. And so we reminisced and enjoyed conversation along with some mostly non-IPA beer, which no doubt resulted in grumbling from a few but not yours truly. The late arriving Wishboneher had caught up by this point, however there were about 4 other hashers that most of us were not aware had arrived even later still out there. Apparently they did take the time to stop for a beer after we left however. Soon enough Bunion Butt pointed out the general direction of the next length of trail and reminded us to look for the upcoming Turkey Eagle split, and we were off. On! On! We followed ribbons back into the shiggy-laden no-man’s land between properties until we came out onto the street where the Turkey-Eagle split was very clearly marked for anyone looking for it. The eagles were directed to head into the woods, while the Turkeys took the shortly, easier asphalt route.. On! On! Shortly after the eagle trail appeared to run out of marks, which might explained why Bunion Butt charged ahead of us to direct us the way. Legal twisted his ankle, but enduringly hobbled on for the rest of the trail. A few more water crossings we had. And up and down a few hills and through some more shiggy. About the time we hit a clearing with a drainage pond, the pink ribbons seemed to re-appear. On! On! We went up a hill and went past Magic Carpets Rides’ pad behind Falcon drive. We went through a few more peoples back yards, and then into some bushes, on the other side of which we found the On! In! mark across the road from the school parking lot we started in. There we found the Turkeys waiting for us, while self medicating. Shortly after the last of the Eagles who arrived on time got back, the late cumming Cause For Blindness made it to the end, followed by the even later cumming Fuk Stik, Bitch N’ Heat, and Kojack Sack. As the down-down beers had been poured for a while, our closing RA for the day, Wishboneher opened up circle. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. The hares drank once or twice. As did all the hash crashers. Our visitors from or originally from the Philly Hash came in circle, followed by the Virginia hashers, followed by the Pittsburgh Hashers. Those first in, last in, the auto-hashers, and interruptus, I think, got skipped. But several other hashers drank for several other things, including those who made announcements including the mandatory one for the annual Superbowl Party, before DWP got asked to play Woody and let the hash go in peace. After circle we adjourned to the Pour House, formerly the Bank Shots of Pike Creek, where we enjoyed some gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. This reminded me of the good old days of hashing here in 2007. And we had our choice of regular and crunchy peanut butter. Along with our choice of regular, preservative laden jam or fresh organic, farm to table homemade super spicy jelly made from berries and hot peppers grown in Wet Lay’s backyard. And to go with this, our choice of regular potato chips or the fancy ones with ridges. And this along with a beer or two. And from what I saw later on a shot or two. And more funny stories were told and made. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1326 this cumming Saturday. On! On! MFP | |