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| Hash Number: | 1399 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1399 - Red Dress Hash / Campout |
| When: | May 1, 2021 |
| Where: | Trap Pond State Park, Laurel, DE |
| Hares: | NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Spunk Monkey | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1399**, Red Dress Hash / Campout When: Saturday, May 1, 2021 at 1:30pm Where: Trap Pond State Park, 33587 Baldcypress Lane, Laurel, DE 19956; Overflow parking area at the north side of D/E CAMPING LOOPS. Who Hare: Pube He Ate Her and Spunk Monkey What Else: It's a state park. $4 in-state/$8 out-of-state. Be prepared. Beer stops provided. BYOEverything Apres. Fun and games: photo scavenger hunt, best dressed, biggest donation ... Why Drive That Far: If you've never been, it's a cool park -- its got the most northern natural stand of baldcypress trees. Got a kayak, canoe, or SUP -- bring it, get there early, and do some paddling around the trees. Hash Cash: Red Dress Runs are traditionally a charity fundraiser and H4 has done it sometimes -- and we're doing to this year. I'm serious about this. Make an online donation or bring cash to donate. Friendlies: Dogs and offspring? It's a public park, be responsible. D'erections: There are several parking lots. Look at a map and familiarize yourself with the park. Or wait until the last minute, lose cell service, and wander around on your own. | Hashers |
| 20th Century Fox Asshopper CU Next Ten Years Gives It Away Jewel of Duh-Nile Just Paul Lick Stick Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick Pokemon Ho Gotta Splooge them All PubeHeAteHer Queen Pissayana Skidmarks Spunk Monkey The Cocktese Falcon The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Turd Blossom Two Buck Fuck Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1399 So, the slobbering pack gathered up just outside the camping grounds of Trap Pond state park way, way down in lower, slower Delaware on the temperate afternoon of Saturday May the 1st, 2021 AD for a Red Dress Run that was the first of its kind. Around here, at least. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Queen Pissayana, C U Next Ten Years, Just Paul, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Magic Carpet Ride, Jewels of Denial, The Cocktese Falcon, Mary Fucking Poppins, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Two Buck Fuck, Gives It Away, Turd Blossom, Poke’mon Ho, Woody, The International House of Virgins, Lick Stick, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, and perhaps a few others. Our hares of the day were PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, and Spunk Monkey. Who clearly came up with the idea of having a Red Dress Run down there while under the influence of more things than just beer. But thinking, perhaps, that it will be another month or two before the Deer Park and Klondyke Kates are ready to accommodate a pack of 30 to 50 sweaty, red dress wearing hashers. And so, for a while in the early afternoon, half of the pack stood impatiently at Point A, waiting for the other half of the pack, many not wearing red dresses or anything red at all, to mosey on over from the campground. Eventually this happened, but not without a great deal of whining. Finally, when we were ready, our RA for the day, Skidmarks announced the chalk talk. Our hares informed us that this was again going to include another photo scavenger hunt, and passed out copy’s of a list which included a QR code so that anyone we might encounter who is interested could easily send a donation to the charity drive that Spunk Monkey has been advocating the last few years. Our hares also informed us that there would be two beer stops, two Turkey/Eagle splits a possible check back and a possible boob and dick check, just in case any potential donator demanded a strip show in exchange for a donation. Soon enough we were off. On! On! Trail went down a path. A check was found with more than 3 marks going in the false direction. The hares sensing that few people were going to be diligent enough to look for marks kept a constant eye on things. And waited only a few minutes at each check before gesturing which was the correct way. On! On! We went through some woods and what not. Then came around and back through the campgrounds. Where we came across a boob check that few took seriously. Came across another deviously deceptive false, and then trail led us to a dock, which was a photo op and one of the things on the list for the photo scavenger hunt. And so the hashers got together on the dock making sure to obey CDC protocol and keep at least 6 inches away from each other. Magic Carpet Ride with 20th Century Fox slung over her shoulder took a nice pick or two, and so did Two Buck Fuck I think. On! On! Trail took us down a not so beaten path through the Cypress Woods, unit the FRB’s, in this case Tinsel and I, came across a mark, that look like it was and arrow that was smudged over and turned into a false then smudged over again and turned back into an arrow. After many more minutes for more marks after that, and there were absolutely none, us two FRB’s turned back where we found the hares walking in the opposite directions and looking at us as if only a great fool could not have figured out what that mark meant. On! On! Trail took us out to a road. Where we came across the Turkey/ Eagle Split. Even though about 95 percent of the pack was walking by this point, most of them choose the eagle for some reason. On! On! Trail stayed on the asphalt for a while, then diverted into a parking lot then to a pavilion on the water front, and all the way around the pavilion and back the way trail came from. Your only FBR, yours truly figured there was some reasons the hares wanted to stop at this pavilion. And so hid behind a tree as the rest of the pack walked past, and then went about getting another photo scavenger hunt opt at the pavilion. This while yours truly was dealing with some serious athletes foot and was joined for a while by a less then energetic Skidmarks. On! On! Trail went back on the asphalt and down a road for a long long while. A joint Dick and Boob check we came across that most of the pack took more seriously this time. Or there was some other photo scavenger hunt opt. On! On! Trail kept going straight down the road where we came to a parking lot where we stopped for the first beer near. And as it turned out the Turkeys had been waiting there for quite a while leaning against Pubes car. And so we enjoyed some brews and enjoyed not getting hassled by a park ranger who did nothing more than wave to us. Soon enough we were off. On! On! Trail went out to the road. Then took a hard left and went over the bridge that went over what I heard was called the Trap Pond Damn. Trail then took another left back into the park and past some cabins and a canoe storage shack, then around a bush, WHO SAID BUSH?, where we found a mark that clearly meant Check Back to Beer Stop. The two FRB’s, in this case Poke’mon Ho and I, decided to wait and catch our breath, so that the rest of the slobbering, stumbling pack would be forced to make it all the way there to see for themselves that the way forward was the way back from whenst we came. When Two Buck finally came up the rear, we all pretended we couldn’t read so that he could read the mark for us. On! On! We went back across the bridge and back to the parking lot and enjoyed another beer. Then trail took us back through the campground where we stopped to make use of the playground, as there was not a child other than the one hashing with us seen around there. On! On! We went back to campsite where Skidmarks spent a half hour deciding which picnic table to run circle at. Our RA opened up circle. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down Downs were done. The hares drank a few times. The FRB and the DFL drank. Our visitor, The Cocktese Falcon, from the Every Day is Wednesday Hash in DC, drank and introduced us to a song that most of us were not familiar with. The interruptus drank. And as there were no hash crashes or blood on trail, strangely, only a few other people drank for a few other things like hiding behind trees, before announcements were made and the hash went in peace. After circle some fine camaraderie was enjoyed. Along with a campfire or two, a barbecue or two, and perhaps some biking and kayaking. All and all it was another shitty trail and the pack collected somewhere between 30 and 300 dollars in donations for the charity this was being done in honor of. Which isn’t too bad considering the situation. Stay tuned for the Hockessin 1400th run .... uh, I mean hash, this cumming Saturday. On! On! MFP | |