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| Hash Number: | 1223 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1223 - The Bomb Cyclone Hash |
| When: | Jan. 6, 2018 |
| Where: | Parking Lot 1 White Clay Creek Preserve, Landenberg, PA |
| Hares: | Pickle Dick Tinsel Tits | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1223, The Bomb Cyclone Hash When: Saturday, January 6, 2018 at 3:00pm HST Where: Parking Lot 1, White Clay Creek Preserve, Landenberg, PA Who Hare: Pickle Dick and Tinsel Tits What Else: You know it's your resolution to get your ass off the couch, and tomorrow, you can freeze some of it off as well. Or see if your tongue sticks to a pole, if that's your thing. Bundle up, look forward to beer slushies, and a warm apres. Hash Cash: $7.00 Friendlies: Dogs on trail okay but not apres.. D'erections: From Kirkwood Highway/Rt 2, go north on Limestone Rd/Rt. 7, go past Rt. 72, then left onto Little Baltimore Rd, Follow Little Baltimore and then turn left on Broad Run Road, At a fork, stay left as Broad Run turns into London Tract Rd (Good Hope is the right fork). Go about 50 yards to parking lot on left. Park, bitch about cold it is, and hash. From Newark, follow Rt. 896 north to Strickersville and take a right onto London Tract Rd, follow the turns of London Tract, and you'll eventually find Lot There is no address, but 663 London Tract Rd should get you close | Hashers |
| Big Left Tit Bunion Butt Cousin It Do Me On the Beach Groper Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Tinsel Tits Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1223 – The Bomb Cyclone Hash So, the slobbering pack gathered up in the PA section of White Clay Creek State Park in Parking Lot #1 for the first hash of the new year on a freeze-your-balls-off, mid teen-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, January 6, 2018 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It, Orgy-Porgy-Put-n-Pie, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Magic Carpet Ride, Mary Fucking Poppins, Woody, Just Sheri 2, Groper, Do Me On the Beach and . . .? Our hares for today were Pickle Dick and Tinsel Tits who had kindly volunteered to take one of the open slots in the schedule, little knowing that a “Bomb Cyclone” of freezing temps, snow, nuclear holocaust, dinosaur-extincting ice age weather would be hitting us this week. But since the hash fears no weather event, a gaggle of strong (or stupid) wanks showed-up in layers of snow suits, parkas, thermal underwear and colorful hats to drink some beer slushies and traipse through the woods for a while, because what else are you going to do on a day like today? So whilst we chewed on our frozen beers, the hares drew out some of their marks in the snow and attempted to explain the rest before anyone changed their minds about venturing out, or froze to death. Trail would be marked in “blue-ish” flour (ish, because the hue was on the light side and blended in well with the snow) and also some pink ribbons. We were told that more than one ribbon meant a check and that one of the two Jolly-J stops was actually a False, but all anyone was paying attention to was Woody making a snow angel, which turned into a snow penis and something was said about a Shot Near and Beer Near, but everyone was too cold to care, so we followed the true-trail arrow in the snow out of the parking lot and into the frozen wilderness. On-On! After we crossed the little wooden bridge into the park, MFP and Pube picked-up marks to the right and off we dashed, attempting to warm ourselves while passing a couple of brave cross-county skiers and dog-walkers. We had to carefully decipher between the light blue flour and snow on the trees and navigate through some checks, but it was quite a scenic, frozen jaunt through the trails of White Clay as we pondered those days of hashing in 95-degree temps last July. On-On! Eventually, we came upon a check resulting in a Jolly-J for Pube which he got to run back to DFL, Cousin It shared some shots of fruity vodka or something or other. MFP and yours truly discovered marks across the frozen creek which led us into a parking lot where we completely missed the light blue “Beer Near” marks and Pickle’s car waiting for us, so having run out of marks and seeing no one, we decided to high-tail it back to the check and blindly look around some more. Having found the rest of the pack, we could not decide whether the trail where the Jolly-J had been was actually true trail, so we did a few sprints back-and-forth until Pickle strolled by in the direction we had just been, wondering what the hell we were doing. On-On! And so, trail did of course lead over the frozen creek, which everyone carefully crossed without managing to crack through the ice and low-and-behold, there was the “obvious” according to Tinsel, Beer Near marker and Pickle’s open car which provided us with another round of tasty, slushy beers. While chewing our brews, we managed to get some group photos before starting to shiver too violently, but soon decided enough was enough and it was time to get moving before our bodies were left to be discovered by the park rangers some time next week. On-On! Following Pickle’s instructions, we headed out to the road, turned right across a bridge and picked up the section of trail that he had marked, which would hopefully lead us safely home. Here we encountered a couple of actual runners who were somehow not interested in drinking on trail. But we were, so Pube found the second Jolly-J and shared it with Wet Lay while MFP found trail leading us to the Shot Near where he uncovered a handle of Fireball under a tree, which he said had either been left by the hares or a homeless person, but either way, we enjoyed many shots of the warm, cinnamony goodness. Once we had our fill, we headed out across a corn field, being careful to dodge the short stalks jabbing out of the ground until we hit London Tract Road and thankfully, the On-In. Fortunately, no one froze to death and all wanks were eventually present and accounted-for. Circle was mercifully commenced in the garage of the hares where we literally had to chip away beers from the icy, frozen cooler in order to pour them for slushy down-downs. Our illustrious RA, MFP declared that head gear would not be considered a violation today since most of us were still bundled-up. We sang to the hares for it not being cold enough, not having enough frozen beers and other such weather-related violations. FRB, Pube, drank with DFL, Woody. Somehow, there were no hash-crashes and no one was pussy enough to auto-hash today. MFP and yours truly drank for sudden blindness in missing the Beer Near and some other accusations were thrown-out so we could chew-up the remaining icy down-downs. And before anyone’s eyelids or assholes froze shut, Woody declared that the hash go in peace. Following circle, the hares treated us to some lovely, hot butternut squash soup, eggplant parmesan, meatballs, Caesar salad and cheesecakes. Some wanks did some dance moves and yoga poses down by the fire and we attempted to play a few games between gab sessions while Pickle brought us some actual unfrozen beers. All in all it was another shitty (but frozen) trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1224 this Saturday. On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |