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| Hash Number: | 512 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #512 |
| When: | June 30, 2004 |
| Where: | Middle Run Valley Natural Area Possum Hollow Rd, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Queer Balls Son of a Ditch The Dodge Boys Weird Al Spanks the Bitch | Message |
| What: Hash #512 When: Wednesday, June 30, 2004 at 6:30 PM Where: Middle Run Valley Area, Newark, DE Who: The Dodge Boys D'erections: From I-95 take exit for Rt 273 towards Newark. As soon as you merge with 273 from the exit, turn right at the first right (at Shell station on Harmony Rd). Stay on Harmony Rd thru five lights. It will dead end at the fifth light at Rt 2. Turn left to go west on Rt. 2, thru four lights to Possum Park Rd then turn right. There will be a Wendy's on the right. Take Possum Park Rd for about a 1 mile. Just before Paper Mill Road, you will see Happy Harry's just up the street - turn before Happy Harry's onto Possum Hollow Rd. Follow the big brown signs to Middle Run Valley Tri State Bird rescue. About a 1/4 mile up Possum Hollow Rd make a left into New Castle County Middle Run Valley Nature Area. It's a gravel road and as you top the hill stay on the main gravel part until in dead ends at the parking lot. Park and hash. | Hashers |
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| Hash Trash Hockessin HHH Run 512 30 June 2004 The Dodge Boys Soggy Trek With all kinds of griping and bitching about the perfectly beautiful weather, about 40 hounds of the infamous H4 met at the Middle Run Valley Nature Area near the tristate borders. Gomez came out of GM retirement to handle the circle-up festivities where cherries and visitors were introduced and clued in on the arcane flour-marked symbols that we use to confuse the hounds on trail. A noteworthy visitor was Art Carey of the Philadelphia Inquirer who had hashed with us about six years ago and then proceeded to expose our pathetic, infantile shenanigans in an Inquirer article. This was a setback for our efforts to get Hashing added as an official Olympic sporting event. Our hares, the notorious Dodge Boys (Weird Al, Son of a Ditch, and Queer Balls), finally got the sluggish pack of lard-ass hounds into the shiggy and before we could even work up a real head (Did somebody write `Head'?) Of steam, we were up to our navels in Middle Run Creek. This watery disaster where, miraculously, nobody slipped and fell into its polluted (probably) current, held our attention for more than a mile. At least the water was warm. After about 40 minutes in water world, we emerged into the land of rocky woodland trails and wildflower meadows until we arrived at the beer stop. From there, it was a beautiful system of trails, with enough check points to keep us honest, until we got back to our cars after a bit more than an hour on trail. We proceeded to circle-up reverently for the religious ceremony where down-downs were administered to the hares (several times), our band of virgins and visitors, a Hashus Interruptus or two, and a few other victims accused of real and imagined violations. Before darkness set in, a convoy headed for the Apres at QB's digs — which your scribe will assume was excellent although, regretfully, he was not able to be there. | |
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