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| Hash Number: | 1279 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1279 - The Hares' Analversary Hash |
| When: | Jan. 26, 2019 |
| Where: | 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Asshopper The Wetter the Better | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1279, The Hares' Analversary Hash When: Saturday, January 26, 2019 at 3pm HST Where: 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE, 19713 Who Hare: The Wetter, the Better & Asshopper What Else: Dry bag, headlight. What Else from the Editor: Be kind if it's a rewind --- they hared less than a month ago, and you know, they were probably drunk when they signed up to hare again so quickly .... Friendlies: No kida or animals. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take Exit 1 for Route 896 N/Newark. Stay right and at the 2nd light, take a right JUST AFTER W Chestnut Hill Rd. The AFTER is a jug-handle to go across, there is no left turn lane at the light. On W Chestnut Hill Rd take the 3rd Right and go to the end. Folks coming N on I-95 can get off an exit early and save the toll and make their way to Rt. 896 South and turn right on W Chestnut Hill. If you're lame enough to get lost ... who you gonna call: Asshopper Wetter | Hashers |
| Asshopper Beulah Ball-Breaker Bunion Butt Dead End Do Me On the Beach Groper Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Up Piss Creek Up the Rear Wet Lay With Horns On His Tits | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1279 So, the slobbering pack met up for the second time at the end of Art Lane in the past month for the official or unofficial anniversary hash of our hosts on the fine winter afternoon of January the 26th, 2019 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, With Horns on his Tits, Dead End, Beullah Ballbreaker, Mount Me, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Spit Bucket, Toxic Shock, Magic Carpet Ride, Groper, Up Piss Creek, Mary Fucking Poppins, Do Me On the Beach, Up the Rear, and many, many others. Our hares and hosts of the day were Asshopper and Wetter the Better, who signed up for the end of this month, forgetting that they already signed up for the end of last. And so we hung out at the end of the driveway, as we always tend to do sipping some brews for a while. RA-less we were for the second Saturday in a row. So this time Bunion Butt made the announcement to circle up, and so we sort of did. Our hares explained to the largely not paying attention pack, to look out for some check backs, and some marks made with chalk instead of flour. And also to look out for a J-Stop or two, and the notorious west coast false mark which is three stripes, along with a few arrows or so. Asshopper arranged a pile of sticks into an arrow and soon we were off. On! On! Through the back yard we went as we often do, back onto the street next to Art Lane. A check was found. With true trail as usual going in the opposite direction of West Chestnut Hill Rd. We ran through the hood for a while, coming to a few more checks and falses, before trail went across South College Avenue into the park and ride. On! On! The walkers, who were being swept by Wetter, took their sweet sweet time catching up to the runners, who took a while trying to figure out the next two checks. Trail was discovered, going around an office building and into the Rob Scott Manor neighborhood. On! On! Down the main drag of the manor we went, until the J-check was discovered, and it was NecroFeelMeUp who discovered were the two mini-bottles were, in or behind the old and abandoned New Journal vending box. Necro had to run back almost to the beginning of trail to find who was straggling on in the back. On! On! A check back, then two were discovered by our usual FRB, PubeHeAteHer. Trail went past a heckling pre-teen resident and through a local park/ playground, which was briefly enjoyed by a few hashers before it led us down the dirt bike path behind Robby Scott manor and into some serious serious shiggy that enabled half of our pack to achieve blood on trail. We eventually found marks leading out onto the railroad tracks, and their we saw Asshopper across the way, with the beer near we presumed. However there was some shiggy and some serious water crossings that had to be undertaken, before we could make it out to the parking lot on the other side, where the beer waited for us. And so, a few of us enjoyed our brews for a long, long while, along with some fine warm, mulled wine. This while we waited and waited for everyone else to catch up and made jokes about the discarded sandwich condiments in the parking lot, that even the seagulls didn’t think were worth taking up. One by One by two by an hour the rest of the walkers eventually figured out how to make that treacherous crossing, across what was basically a ditch that happened filled with some really cold water, it still being winter and all. Meanwhile a man claiming to be the owner of the property we were on wanted to know what was up. But Up Piss Creek was able to smooth that over. After a few more beers were enjoyed. And after all the walkers finally arrived including an exhausted B. Ballbreaker who decided to auto hash for the rest of trail, Asshopper gave us some generally confusing directions to find the rest of the marks, and back on trail we went. On! On! We went back over the ditch and waded through some more shiggy for a while, before discovering a beaten path. We followed the path down towards Route 4, then trail banged a left and back into the park playground place, then took a U turn for a little while. Those of us in the middle met another resident to told us that those in the front took a right. But the marks led us straight. Straight to a check back 6 so that pretty much explained it. On! On! And so we followed marks through the backside of Robscott Manor, through that neat little public path between the houses until we came out the the elementary school. Following marks around the back and the fences took us back out to Chestnut Hill Rd, across South College Avenue and back to the On! In! at point A. One by one by two the hashers straggled back. And beers were opened and enjoyed. Down-down beers were poured, but we were still RA less. So our one Karen present assigned somebody to assign that duty to somebody else. And so we gave it to Spitbucket again, who donned a furry jockstrap supporter thing the whole day. Circle was opened, awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. Spitbucket still being relatively new to the RA thing, got away with using his phone to look up songs to sing. The hares drank. The first in and last in drank. As did the one or two auto hashers and the one or two interruptus. All of us who were caught using nerd-names drank. Along with all the folks who got blood on trail. And there were a lot of those. Up Piss Creek drank for keeping us out of trouble with the property owner, and for something else I forgot about. The hares drank again for it being their anniversary. And many other folks drank for many other things, before announcements were made and the hash went in peace. After circle we enjoyed a fine spread of lasagna, vegetable soup, chocolate cake and some lovely bacon wrapped scallops along with valentines day candy that adorned the tables we dined upon. And more beers were drank and more stories were told. And some tequila shots were being brought out as yours truly decided to make a run for it. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1280 this cumming Saturday. On! On!MFP | |