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| Hash Number: | 1175 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1175 - a Philladelphia/Hockessin Joint Hash |
| When: | Feb. 11, 2017 |
| Where: | 20 W. 12th St., Marcus Hook, PA |
| Hares: | Tits of Steel | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1175, a Philladelphia/Hockessin Joint Hash When: Saturday, February 11, 2017 at 3pm HST Where: Marcus Hook SEPTA Station - 20 W. 12th St., Marcus Hook, PA 1906 Park in SEPTA lot (free on Saturdays), on either side, or a municipal lot right nearby. Who Hare: Tits of Steel Why: Come celebrate the legacy of Gispert in the "cornerstone" of Pennsylvania. Expect a mix of terrain: industrial, town, shiggy, and parks on this trail that will ALMOST take you to the Delaware border and back up. What Else: Bring dry shoes/socks or a dry bag just in case of mud, puddles and misc. hashing hazards. Meet on the north west side of the tracks (towards Morton Ave. at Green St.) for chalk talk. Friendlies: Trail should be mostly dog-friendly and probably somewhat kid friendly. Apres, probably not kid or dog friendly. D’erections: From the south (Wilmington, Newark, etc.), take I-495 North to Route 13 North, and cross over the PA state line. At Market Street, make a left. Drive over the bridge at Market Street. Turn Left onto Ridge Road. Make the first left from Ridge Road onto Green Street. Drive to the end of the block and park in the Septa lot. Or, take I-95 North to Naaman's Road/92 East. Make a left onto Ridge Rd. (by the Wawa on the left). Take Ridge Road until you see Green St. Make a right onto Green St. Drive to end of block and park in SEPTA lot.From the North, take I-95 South to Exit 2, Route 452 - Market Street, going east (Make a left at the offramp to go east). Follow 452/Market St til you get to Ridge Road (Sunoco on corner) and make a right onto Ridge Rd. Make the first left onto Green St. Drive to end of block and park in SEPTA lot.OR Take SEPTA!, septa.org | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Chasez Boyz Closing Time Cousin It Dancing Fool Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Groper Happy Ending Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Panty File PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tits of Steel Toxic Shock Up Piss Creek Wet Lay Wingnuts Wishboneher With Horns On His Tits Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1175/Philly H3 #1960 Joint Hash So, the slobbering pack ventured from all corners of the tri-state area to meet somewhere in the middle of industrial land, namely Marcus Hook, PA on a pleasantly mild, mid 50-ish degree afternoon of February 11, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Do Me On the Beach, Woody, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Dirty Wet Pussy, Mount Me, Tits of Steel, International House of Virgins, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Fuck 5, Closing Time, With Horns on his Tits, Wing Nuts, Groper, Just Joe, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Wishboneher, Toxic Shock, Happy Ending, Chasez Boyz, Butt Lite, Cousin It, Dancing Fool, Just Kenny, Mary Fucking Poppins, Just Tyler, Panty, File and ...? Our hare for the day was the newly appointed GM of Philly H3, Tits of Steel, who thought it would be a good idea to kill two birds with one stone by haring for both H4 and PH3 in a single hash. This brought a motley crew of hashers to the gathering spot of Marcus Hook train station where a few of H4’s best and brightest ended up on the wrong side of the tracks before realizing that they had to cross the bridge to get to where all the cool kids were hanging out. RA, Wishboneher yelled us together for an extensive chalk-talk by Tits of Steel, which included an array of colorful chalk marks in addition to the usual flour, some checks, fuck-you’s, song stops, an assurance that there were no check-backs (a likely story), a Turkey/Eagle split which may or may not be muddy and steep, a witchy-way involving arrows in different directions which hopefully came back together, a W/D for “wet” or “dry” (lube not included,) and most importantly 2 Beer Nears (yay!) and 3 Jolly J’s (shooters for the FRB to share with the DFL). Most of the pack had glazed over and had a beer or two more during this explanation, but at last we were instructed to follow the true trail arrow which led us up many stairs to the overhead train bridge and ... On-On! We came to a check, which had Skidmarks taking off toward the town since he may or may not have seen some marks (or salt, bird shit, garbage) on the way in. We meandered through the neighborhoods, past a baby in a pink remote-control car until we eventually came to a bridge across I-95 where some musical notes on the sidewalk instructed us to stop for a song. A few man-boobs were flashed at oncoming traffic while we waited for some of the chickens to cross the road that they weren’t supposed to have crossed in the first place. All I remember is that the song was very short and some people missed it because they were dazed-out, and so ... On-On! Our ramblings took us around to a construction zone where Pube and Skids were too busy looking for marks to realize that they went into some nearby shiggy, where the first Jolly-J was discovered by yours-truly and shared with “DFL” Fuck-5 who ran to the back of the pack just so he could get the other shooter. The shiggy included a smattering of deer trails that eventually led us to our first Beer Near, with the beer being stashed in an incognito trash bag. While we waited for everyone to arrive, Dancing Fool showed off the piece of luggage he had found on trail, which would no doubt be lost in his car soon enough. After we had consumed enough beverages, it was back into the shiggy which eventually led us out to a check near a school. On-On! Apparently, the pack of wankers had attracted some suspicion, for we were abruptly greeted by local police, while Wishboneher loudly announced that she should probably finish her beer. For some unknown reason, one of our virgins, Just Joe decided to approach the cop and try to explain that there was nothing to see here. We have no idea what exactly was exchanged (hmmm), but the cop left us peacefully rambling around the school yard until Skids discovered a check-back 11 after we completely missed the 11 marks leading up to it. So, back we went to some unknown spot that had us sliding down a mud hill into more shiggy and a Turkey/Eagle split. We also came upon the W/D which had: Pube running through a tunnel of water; Woody, of course, keeping his feet dry on the up-and-around way; and Dirty Wet Pussy ending up ass-down, legs-up in the water after doubling-back to take some pictures. Fortunately, all directions led up a hill toward a cemetery where the next Jolly-J was shared by yours-truly (because the other FRB’s were making their own trail) and Wishboneher who may or may not have been DFL at that point, but close enough. On-On! On the other side of the cemetery, we were greeted by IHOV who was serving as beer bitch at our next Beer Near. One-by-one, the zombies wandered out of the cemetery and we all feasted upon the rest of the Double Fat Bastard IPA’s from last week and some other strong brews. Eventually though, it was time to make our way back to the other side of the tracks where we belonged, but not until we went through one more song stop, involving an arousing rendition of bum-titty-bum-titty bum, which our RA’s attempted to remember most of the words to and made up the rest. And so, we followed what was left of the marks and made up the rest of trail ourselves, Pube and Bunion Butt shared the last Jolly-J and at last we hit the On-In, or at least made it back to the cars. We circled-up with the backdrop of a lovely setting sun while IHOV and Skidmarks went back to look for IHOV’s phone that he dropped at the Beer Near. RA, Wishboneher got the shit-show going with our hare Tits of Steel drinking for surely not having enough variety of terrain and other assorted elements on trail. Hare Today Cum Tomorrow stood in as FRB for Woody who was nowhere to be found at the moment. Our virgin, Just Joe was made to drink out of his own shoe for talking to the cops, thus Groper was made to drink out of his other shoe for making him cum. Mount Me, Happy Ending, and Mary Fucking Poppins drank for showing up at the end of trail and several interruptuses and BFM visitors drank for showing up at all. But the greatest interruptus of all was Wing Nuts whom we haven’t seen since that fateful day in Kennett, so we all gave him an arousing “Fuck Wing Nuts!” to show him how much he’s been missed. Finally, Woody popped in with his signature line, “May the hash go in peace,” so we could take the few, arduous steps to the apres in the next parking space over. Following circle, our hare provided us with a vast array of sandwich making spreads, chips, pickles and plenty of beer that we enjoyed in the parking lot, since it was feeling like the groundhog had been wrong about the prospect of an early spring. A few of us ventured to the Reef after that, with Woody being slightly detained due to being pulled-over for running a red light. Mount Me was all ready to assist with her cop cred, however Woody needed only to turn on the charm and confirm that yes, indeed we were the same people the cop had seen running around the school yard a few hours ago and we were all good, upstanding citizens, most assuredly. The hash gods were truly smiling upon Woody and the rest of us that day, and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1176 this Saturday. On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |