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| Hash Number: | 1206 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1206 - 22nd Annual Hockessin Hash Crab Hash |
| When: | Sept. 9, 2017 |
| Where: | 26 Pancoast Rd., Hancock's Bridge, NJ |
| Hares: | Butt Lite Digital Dick Groper Perfect Woman Woody Woodpecker | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1206, 22nd Annual Hockessin Hash Crab Hash When: Saturday, September 9, 2017, at at 2pm, Early HST (Don't be late -- the pack will take off promptly at 2:30 pm) Where: Meadowview Farm/Preserve, 26 Pancoast Rd., Hancocks Bridge, NJ 08038 Why Get There Early: Prelube at Meadowview Farm/Preserve. Who Hare: Groper, Butt Lite, Digital Dick, Woody, Perfect Woman ... to name a few. What Else: Arachnids and Shiggy: You betcha, we're going to be in Zoo Jersey, so cum prepared! You might want insect repellent, long pants, hazmat suit, etc. Après: Outside (including a bonfire!) at Joe's shack (100 Poplar Street, Hancock's Bridge, NJ 08039). H4 has held previous crab hashes at this location. White buckets will be used to mark the entrance to the driveway. Drybag, Etc.: Bring a dry bag, insect repellent, and a chair to sit by the fire. Warm clothes suggested in case of fall weather.” Food: Lots of food for all -- not just crabs! Our herbivores will be taken care of as well. And of course, there will be BEER! Games: A Bimbo Wet Tee-Shirt Contest. YOU WILL GET WET! Bring your favorite Tee-Shirt to show your girls off! Other fun games planned. Don't Wanna Drive Home: Tent camping is available at the Apres for those who don’t want to worry about driving home. Check in begins at 12:30 pm for those camping at 100 Poplar Street, Hancock's Bridge, NJ 08039. Please pitch your tent on high ground. Just let Groper know you’re staying so we know how much coffee and donuts we need to get you moving on Sunday morning. Pack up and out by noon. Email Groper: Groper4@..., if you have question about the hash. More Luxurious Local Accommodations: Barrett's Plantation House B&B. 203 Old Kings Highway, Mannington, NJ 08079; The Inn at Salem Country Club, 91 Salem Country Club Rd, S, Salem, NJ 08079, Hash Cash: For you wankers who forgot to pay, it’s 40.00 per person up to the Crab Hash on September 9, 2017. If paying by check, please make your check payable to the Hockessin Hash House Harriers. D'erections: Take the Delaware Memorial Bridge into Zoo Jersey. Take the first exit on right towards Pennsville, Rt. 49 East. Continue on Rt 49E 8.4 miles to Salem. Go through downtown Salem and continue for approximately 4 miles to traffic light at the intersection of Yorke St/Rt. 658 South. Make a right onto Yorke St/Rt. 658 South towards Hope Creek Generating Station (Sunoco Gas Station at Corner). Go 4.5 miles on Route 658 South to traffic light at Alloway Creek Neck Rd. Turn right onto Alloway Creek Neck Rd. Go 0.6 miles to "Meadowview Farm/Preserve Sign and make a left onto Pancoast Rd. Attached are 3 pics of the intersection of the turn onto Pancoast Road that leads to the start of the Hash. Take the dirt road that says "Unimproved Rd. Travel at Own Risk". This is a private road, but we have permission to use it. Keep going on the winding dirt road, past the metal gate, until you see a house, park, and hash. Confused and lost? Call Groper or Butt Lite IMPORTANT NOTICE for returning home from Apres: When leaving the Apres, DO NOT go to the bridge and turn left onto Route 658 (NO LEFT TURN is POSTED/the POLICE love to give tickets for an illegal left turn onto Route 658). INSTEAD when leaving the Apres, turn right at the first stop sign, then turn left, and left again to get back onto Rt. 658. | Hashers |
| Bad Semen Biatch Brag a Deer General Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Butthead Chasez Boyz Circle Jerk Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Digital Dick Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Fast Eddie Flamer Flaming Asshole Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Horn Of Plenty Jewel of Duh-Nile Johnson On the Spot Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer RaidR Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach She's Mine I Saw Her First Skidmarks Sub Total Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Two Buck Fuck Up Piss Creek Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1206, the 22nd Anal Crab Hash So the slobbering pack met up at the Meadow something hunting preserve in Hancock’s Bridge Zoo Jersey on the fine early afternoon of Saturday September the 9th, 2017 AD, for our great anal crab hash. Hashers Present at some point included: Brag a Deer General, Bad Semen, Horn of Plenty, Flamer, Biatch, She’s Mine I saw her first, Just Mark, Bradley Shollenberger, NFB, Flaming Asshole, Toxic Shock, Do Me on the Beach, Circle Jerk w/ Fast Eddie, Dirty Wet Pussy, Butthead, Rug Burn, Sandy Penis Beach, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Mount Me, Just Deb, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, Tinsel Tits, Pickle Dick, Cousin It, Mary Fucking Poppins, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Jewels of Denile, Up Piss Creek, Raidar, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Dead End, Sub Total, Cribsnatcher, Just Joe, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Chasez Boyz, Johnson on the Spot, Two Buck Fuck and many, many others. And so if more than a few of the above attendees you don’t recognize, that would be likely because we had many visitors on that day, who joined us in celebrating what I understand was the 20th or 22nd anniversary of the crab hashes. Our hares/ organizers included Woody and Digital Dick (who I believed laid the marks), with a little help from Perfect Woman (who refused to accept any responsibility for the mess which was to be that trail), along with Groper and Butt-lite who did the basic arranging for both the trail and the Apre’s location. I think, since none of us got shot that day hashing through a hunting preserve on the first day of hunting season. And so we enjoyed some fine brews on that fine temperate early autumn afternoon, in what is currently a hurricane-free zone. Then a few minutes after the advertised departure time, one of our hares Woody, laid down the marks for chalk talk, our hash trumpeter Bunion Butt blew the horn, and our fair-weather RA, Wishboneher circled us up. As there were a few visitors, we quickly went around the circle introducing ourselves. Then Woody explained to us that we should expect a few checks and falses, along with a few nasty biting insects. There was this time, only white flour and no ribbons to look out for. Also there was to be 2 beer stops and a shot stop. The arrow laid down, surprisingly proved true, and soon enough we were off. On! On!Into the field of great tall grasses we went, most of us down the more beaten down of paths. Our hash flash Jewels of Denile took off in front for a while, solving or giving up on the first check or two. Soon enough a few of our more serious runners ended up in what they thought was the front. And this included some of our visitors from the areas most punishing hash, Reading H3. Except this Flaming Asshole person, who I heard decided to leave the entire preserve and run by himself out on the road for a while. This was, perhaps, in a futile effort to reach the apre’s location first. On! On!The unique arrangements of checks and falses led many of us in a circle, though we did cross back and forth between some tree lines a few times. And not unlike the last time we hashed at this place, many of us depended upon the sweeping hare, this time Woody, to figure out whether we were going the right way. After a few circle jerks around this field and that field, we ended up at the first Beer Stop, not surprisingly where we had started out. And so we drank our brews for a while, giving a few extra minutes for those who got lost trying to find this place, or after they found it, to catch up. Our hare Woody laid down another arrow and bellowed the general direction we were to follow. And soon enough we were off. On! On!We went into the woods, and into some mighty fine shiggy for while. We encountered a few shallow water crossings, which was shocking when you consider that Woody hared this. On! On!We waltzed through a bit more shiggy, which caused much bitching, then back out into a field where we got confused by another check, until one of the visitors found marks back in the shiggy. Soon enough we came to the second beer near, down by where the duck hunters dock there boats, and which was only about a few yards down the road from where we started. As that might explain why a few of the smarter hashers like Weird Al and Hare Today had arrived there before the FRB’s did. And so we enjoyed our brews for a while, along with the scenery of the river, along with a few belly flops and stunts performed by our canine friend Fast Eddie. But soon enough we were off. On! On!We went back up the road about 30 feet, until we came upon the promised shot stop in a clearing where there was a unique arrangement of dead vegetation that resembles Tee Pee’s. Argue for a few minutes about what the purpose of that was we did, while we enjoyed some mighty strong jello shots. Buttlite, who had arranged this all with a devious prank in mind then ordered all the hashers to line up for a picture with the hopes that while their backs were turned they would be easy victims for a water balloon attack. Though this did not turn out exactly perfectly. And neither did the idea of dumping a bucket of water on our GM PubeHeAteHer, since none of us with the stealth and the upper body strength agreed to do this as she requested. And so our GM saw that bucket coming from a mile away and moved out the way in time. Soon enough we were off again. On! On!We went up the road another 30 feet, and then found our cars. And that was the end of the trail. But not the end of the adventure. We hung out for a few minutes sipping more brews as some of us tried to locate cups and some of us went to go pick up the crabs or do the other necessary arranging for the picnic after. And we were joined by Johnson On the Spot, who got lost trying to find this place, and Flaming Asshole, who got lost after he found it. Our RA, Wishboneher, who doesn't expect to be available most Saturdays ran her last circle, until the time she runs her next one, whenever that is. The down-downs were poured and Bunion Butt blew the horn. Penalties and Awards were dished out. Songs were song. Down-Downs were done. The hares drank at least 3 times, though not all of them, but since all of them were not present at the beginning of circle, our first in, Bunion Butt drank first. And our last in, who I don’t remember. All our many visitors came into circle and drank. Along with all those present who had hared or helped hare one of the crab hashes in the past. Our interruptus drank, and several other folks drank for several other reasons. As there at the end were only 2 down-downs left, your fair weather RA, and your foul-weather Saturday RA, drank those to reward themselves for bringing the not shitty weather. And then Woody, with must gusto, bellowed “May the hash go in peace!!!” After circle we adjourned to Joe’s river shack where several crab hashes have ended before. And where we were joined by our founder, Cribsnatcher who was busy setting up the chairs and tables. Somehow, some people managed to get lost by their navigation systems, though it was really close and the directions we were provided with were very simple. But I think eventually all made it there without accidentally going back to Delaware first. Perfect Woman served as the parking usher, and there ended up being enough room for everybody as we hoped. And so we enjoyed some fine brews, and some mighty fine side dishes, included, but not limited to pesto pasta, pulled pork, potato salad, mac and cheese, sandwiches of several varieties, and MFP’s famous deviled eggs. This for a few minutes ... I mean for a few minutes longer than we expected before Up Piss Creek and Chasez Boyz arrived with the tasty crabs. And there were enough of those to feed three crab hashes. And this time they had been gutted ahead of time, which was very nice. And those of us who know how to eat crabs sat side beside those of us who didn’t. But nobody left that place hungry, I can assure you. And then there was the cake and the brownies too. After most of us had gotten our fill of refreshments the promised wet-shirt contest began, in which 4 of the 5 Karens present agreed to enter. Chasez Boyz and his musical phone ran the ceremony, as your truly got the honor of running the hose. And the visiting Reading Hashers were appointed the judges. After a few rounds of elimination and a half hour or so of shivering, wet, stiffed nippled harriets, the contest was concluded a draw between the four Karens, Bumpy Beaver, DWP, Wishboneher and Tinsle Tits, I think. And so many of us got our jollys in with that. Afterwards a mighty bonfire was set, which was quite a relief to our shivering contestants along with anybody else who underdressed for the weather. And a mighty fine time was had. Though all and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1207 this Saturday.On! On! MFP | |