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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 1278 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1278 |
| When: | Jan. 19, 2019 |
| Where: | 50 Polly Drummond Hill Road, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Mount Me Up the Rear | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1278 When: Saturday, January 19, 2019 at 3pm HST Where: 50 Polly Drummond Hill Road, Newark, DE 19711 Who Hare: Mount Me & Up the Rear What Else: Nada. Friendlies: Sure, why not? But not at the Apres (and it's colder outside now, so leaving the kids & dogs in the car is probably not a good idea!). Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95 North, follow I-95 South to Exit 3 (DE-273W), and go towards Newark. Turn Right onto Bala Road (intersection after Salem Church Road), and immediately turn Left onto Red Mill Rd. Red Mill Rd. becomes Polly Drummond Hill Rd., once you cross over Kirkwood HWY. (Rt. 2). After crossing Kirkwood Highway, turn right into the office building plaza on the right. Go around to the back of the Goddard School. Park and Hash. From New Jersey: Go 295 S. towards Delaware. Cross the bridge and merge onto I-95 S. Follow above d'erections. From I-95 South, follow I-95 North to Exit 3B (DE-273 W) toward Newark. Follow above d'erections. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Cause for Blindness Dead End Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Groper Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Magically Delicious Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Sphincter Grease Spit Bucket Up Piss Creek Up the Rear Weird Al Spanks the Bitch | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1278 So, the slobbering pack met up in the parking lot behind the Goddard School on Polly Drummond Hill Road in getaway-destination Newark, DE on a cold, gray, mid 30-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, January 19, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Mary Fucking Poppins, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Spit Bucket, Jewel of Duh-Nile, Do Me On the Beach, Devil Woman, Asshopper, Groper, Dead End, Up Piss Creek, Cause for Blindness, Magically Delicious, Sphincter Grease, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Magic Carpet Ride, Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Smells Like Hash Spirit and . . .? Our hares for today were Mount Me and Up the Rear who took responsibility for staving off the impending wet weather just long enough for us to run around and drink some beer before being shut-in for the rest of the weekend. While everyone rolled in, we all warmed ourselves with beer chilled by nature’s refrigerator, except for Spit Bucket who was smart enough to show up with some hot coffee and Bailey’s. Since there were no RA’s to be found, the 2 out of 5 Karens who were present put their GM Heads together and appointed Asshopper for the job, who quickly handed off the mic to the hares to tell us about the adventure we should expect for today. The hares informed us that this would be a shorter trail, but judging by the barrage of marks they were laying down for chalk-talk and knowing that hares lie, it was anyone’s guess. There were to be blobs of orange-tinted flour (some larger than others), some checks, you’re fucked’s, a check-back with unknown number, a Beer Near (yay) and a Turkey-Eagle split, which Up the Rear warned us may be confusing for the Eagles, so if they got lost, they should just turn around and do the Turkey trail. So, as the Eagles told the Turkeys to enjoy the après for them, we followed the ‘true-trail’ arrow further into the parking lot. On-On! We toured the parking lot for a minute, past a dentist office on wheels and then came to a check-back 6 which we assumed led straight back to the start. Once we high-tailed it back to the cars, we found trail Head-ing into some shiggy which popped us out into a large field leading into White Clay Creek State Park. We got thrown-off on a check that actually went backwards and the hares had to hold their ground so that we wouldn’t keep running in all the wrong directions. This did not prove helpful for Pube, however who continued to run down a trail with no marks while the rest of us were advised to look for the orange marks on the backs of trees leading into the Judge Morris Estate area of the park. On-On! Turns out, we weren’t completely stupid as we discovered that some of the hares’ marks had been fucked-with by some dickhead locals or park rangers who have no friends and hate fun. One of the marks that had been wiped-away was supposed to be a Turkey-Eagle split at an intersection, so there was a quest for trail with Spit Bucket going right and yours-truly going left. Since the Beer Near happened to be to the left, Skidmarks and yours truly followed the arrow at the Beer Near which was pointing toward the road and spent 5 minutes or so looking for the cooler until Cause strolled-up and pointed out the ‘obvious’ marks on the ground leading into a thicket where the beer was nicely hidden from view. The hares guided the rest of the Turkeys to the appointed location, while we waited for Spit Bucket, Jewels and Pube (who had explored most of the park by now) to make their way through the Eagle trail and eventually to the beer. We raised our brews as a big fuck-you to the haters as we shared tails of our various quests for marks. Eventually the hares gathered us into the clearing and informed us that trail was On-In back to the cars. So, just before our fingers and toes went completely numb, off we Head-ed down Polly Drummond Hill Road to the parking lot from whence we had cum. And circle-up in the parking lot we did with Asshopper at the RA helm (with sporadic coaching by veterans, Mary Fucking Poppins and Skidmarks, as we may have been in the parking lot still without their nudges). Our hares were made to drink for their shitty, fucked-with trail. Our visitors from parts north, Sphincter Grease and Magically Delicious sang us an H4-specific song. Magic Carpet Ride and Magically Delicious were made to drink together many times for being magical. Dead End drank for auto-hashing while Pube drank for hash-crashing on some trail no one was on. Interputuses drank, which included Cause who was denied being called a visitor. And once the dry lips finished-off the rest, we just stood around because Woody was not there to declare that we go in peace. But somehow, since we were cold and hangry, we eventually managed to get a piece. Following circle we gathered up at Rackers just as the snow/rain was starting to fall. The hares treated us to some fine eats from Casapullas nextdoor, including an assortment of subs, pasta, meatballs, salad, pretzels and Oreos. More beer was drank over some laughs, games of pool and an eclectic choice of jukebox tunes. And and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1279 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |