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| Hash Number: | 1181 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1181 - Spring has Sprung! |
| When: | March 25, 2017 |
| Where: | Christiana High School, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1181, Spring has Sprung! When: Saturday, March 25, 2017, at 3:00pm HST Where: Christiana High School (side lot on Salem Church Road), 190 Salem Church Rd, Newark, DE Who Hare: Dirty Wet Pussy!, Rugburn, and possibly a Mystery Hare What Else: Dry bag is always a good idea! Bring a vessel for beer -- I still have a kid in this school for a few more months. Friendlies: Trail might be dog friendly, depends on the dog, Apres has fenced yard. D’erections: From I-95, take the Rt. 273 E/Dover exit. get to the right lane, then right onto Chapman Road (University Plaza is on the corner) go 4 miles and turn left onto Salem Church Road. Parking lot close to practice fields (do not go over I-95). Look for hashers and park. Questions? Lost? Call Dirty. NOTE: There may be construction on Chapman Road not letting you get over I-95 so double check. You can also get to Salem church road from Old Baltimore Pike or Rt 4. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Butt Lite Butthead Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Skidmarks The Wetter the Better Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1181 So, the slobbering pack was taken to school, meeting up in the side parking lot of Christiana High School in Newark, DE on a cloudy, low 70-ish degree afternoon of March 25, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Woody, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Dirty Wet Pussy, Dead End, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Jewels of Duh-Nile, Butthead, Rugburn, Sandy Penis Beach, Butt Lite and ...? Our hares for the day were Dirty Wet Pussy, Rugburn and the ever-so-mysterious mystery hare, Sandy Penis Beach. Dirty had suggested bringing vessels since Little Pumper has 3 more months to go at this school and one must keep up appearances of propriety (ha!). So we enjoyed a mixture of fine and not-so-fine brewskies as we surmised whether it would rain or not and whether or not we would get busted for drinking in the school parking lot (which may or may not have been a first for some). Since the weather was actually warm this week, we weren’t in much of a hurry, as taking one’s time to get off is not necessarily a bad thing. Finally, RA Skidmarks directed the hares to step forward and Dirty asked the wankers if it was really necessary for them to lay marks out since the marks should be “standard” and easy to follow (which would remain to be seen). We were informed that there would be a shot stop and beer near (yay!) and we were also advised not to follow any ribbons that may be somewhere on trail. Dirty did manage to provide us with a lone chalk arrow pointing us in the direction we should go, so we were at last dismissed for recess to go play in traffic and ... On-On! Eventually we found some marks going around the school and leading us across Chapman Road, where the FRB’s somehow lost trail and were running aimlessly around an apartment complex. After a while, some of the residents informed the not-so-bright FRB’s (who were actually DFL’s) that the rest of the group (DFL’s who were actually FRB’s) were waiting for them up ahead. This would continue to be the theme of the day as many checks were guessed wrong and other marks were missed completely. Some of the FRB’s ran through a check and found some other marks near a Wawa which is not where trail was supposed to go, while others ran through the wrong part of the woods trying to locate the rest of the pack, which ended up not being anywhere near there. Eventually, after crossing some water unnecessarily and disturbing some deer along the way, the hapless FRB’s (who were actually DFL’s) backtracked and caught up to the DFL’s (who were actually FRB’s) and did manage to at least correctly identify the Bear Near at Mouthfull’s house. There was much angst and finger-pointing amongst the group, but the beer made everything ok, as it always does and we enjoyed our mind-numbing brews, thankful that we had not missed the shot stop. At last, it was time to make our best efforts to get lost again, so ... On-On! We wound our way through some Breezewood neighborhoods where the visually and mentally impaired FRB’s found a check and decided to head back toward the cars. Luckily, Dirty was not far and yelled at those of us who were still staggering around a field to head in the opposite direction where marks were spotted on some poles under a section of power lines. Pube and Jewels paused for a swing break at a playground, which fortunately had no children there to scare off. We checked to the left where trail led us back toward the woods up to a concrete barrier where the Shot Stop awaited us with a bottle of Kahlua White Russian and Chicken Cock cinnamon whiskey, which tasted pretty damn good when combined into a White Russian Cock. We enjoyed our tasty shots, then were directed that trail still continued in the opposite direction of the cars, so ... On-On! This section of trail turned out to be a circle-jerk through the woods, as eventually we came out to where the shot stop was where Dirty and Lost had hung back to laugh at the rest of us suckers. Finally, trail had us at last headed in the direction of the cars back to Salem-Church Road and back to school at the On In. As a little rain began to fall, we circled-up at Dirty’s house for the barrage of songs, insults, and accusations to commence. The three hares drank for their shitty trail and their shitty marks which were blamed for leading half of the shitheads astray. Woody had apparently pushed Pube to the On In first, but since no one else was there to witness, they both drank for FRB while Lost drank for DFL. Many interuptuses drank for having the nerve to have other things to do over the past few weeks while several others drank for blood on trail. Little Pumper showed up just in time to get a side-side of water for his 18th birthday from the lovely ladies of the pack. And finally, Woody dismissed us with “May the hash go in peace,” after only one preempted attempt. Following circle, Kitchen Bitch provided us with a lovely spread of chicken chili, shrimp/avocado dip with chips, and a roaring fire where we gathered and enjoyed more beer more beer more beer into the night. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1182 this Saturday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |