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| Hash Number: | 534 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #534 |
| When: | Dec. 4, 2004 |
| Where: | Stanton Industrial Park Rt. 7, Stanton, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Crusty Calves | Message |
| WHAT: H4 Hash #534 WHEN: Saturday December 4, 2004 @ 3:00pm WHERE: Stanton Industrial Park - opposite Delaware Park on Route 4/Route 7, Stanton, Delaware WHO: Crusty Calves and Bunion Butt WHY: To celebrate our State's waterways and wetlands, and the frequent rains which flush all the filth and excreta of mankind into them. D'Erections: Meet at the parking lot in front of the School Bus Depot on Stanton-Christiana Road (old Route 4). From I-95, get off at the Churchman's Road or Route 4 exit and head north for about one mile on Route 4 toward Delaware Park and Stanton. Turn right onto Stanton-Christiana Road into the Stanton Industrial Park (if you miss this right, just make the next right into the industrial park). Follow this road until it dead ends at an old arched bridge. Park on your right in front of School Bus Depot. Expect mud & water on the trail. | Hashers |
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| Hockessin Hash Trash Run # 534 4 December 2004 The Crusty--Bunion Hash On a perfect afternoon, weatherwise, about 25 hounds of the H4 collected at a shitty, litter covered parking lot in the shitty litter covered part of the Stanton Industrial Park off of route 4. This is not a tourist attraction. Eventually, our ranks swelled to about 35 with the addition of auto-hashers and late cummers. Our hares, Bunion Butt and Crusty Calves, had laid a challenging trail for us. Did we need the dry bags they recommended? You betch yer ass we did. We started out going through some pretty heavy shiggy. Actually, there wasn't anything pretty about it. Plenty of mud, thorns, vines, swampland, beer cans, and discarded condoms to muck up the scenery—and that was about it. We started out by plunging right into the woods and before we even worked up a sweat, we come to the first beer stop. That's OK. That's cool! Soon we took off again and ploughed our way through dense underbrush, over a few minor water crossings, and then along the SEPTA high speed railroad line where we could have been killed. The train to Washington did cum along at about 120 mph. It was scary. Eventually, we came to another beer stop for some proper carbo- loading. Now, the bad shit really came down. It was a bigass swamp that we has to pass through and the ice water was up to the ankles. "Fun" was not the word of choice here. This was not the end of our miseries, however, since we had a smaller swamp to negotiate before we got to the ON IN. We were on trail for over an hour before we pulled into the parking lot for the religious ceremony. R.A. Delikwent nailed the hares along with auto-hashers, late cummers, and hashers dumb enough to have taken a fall in the woods, with down-downs. Before dark, and armed with piss poor d'erections, we finally found our way to Crusty's house for the Apres—which was great. Bunion Butt and Crusty Calves had prepared a huge and delicious spread of four different kinds of pasta casseroles, bread, salads, dips, and fruit. With this feast following on the heels of bowls of chips, nuts, and beer, it came time to loosen belts. | |
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