Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Number:575
What:Hockessin Hash #575
When:Sept. 14, 2005
Where:1197 River Road, New Castle, DE
Hares:Long Ranger
Perfect Woman
Spudnut
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What: Hockessin Hash #575, the last Wednesday hash until spring
When: Wednesday, September 14, 2005 at 6:30pm
Where: 1197 River Road , New Castle, DE
Who: Long Ranger, Perfect Woman and Spudnut
Instructions: It getting dark early, so if you are getting old and have trouble seeing in the dark like Deadhead or Roadkill and don't like fumbling around dark trails towards the end of the run, bring a flashlight, head lamp, etc.
D'erections: From I-95 north or south take route 141 south (Basin road) to Rt. 9 turn right onto Rt. 9 south go 2.6 miles look for H4 sign turn left follow signs park and Hash.
From Rt.13 north or south at Tybouts corner turn onto Hamburg road ( WAWA on one corner and Bear Creek Crossing on the other) follow Hamburg road to Rt. 9 turn left onto Route 9 north go 1.5 look for H4 sign turn right follow signs park and Hash.
Hashers
Hash Trash
A River Road Ramble
Hash #575 September 14, 2005
Hockessin Hash House Harriers

The 249th Engineering Detachment of the Delaware Army National Guard is located in a most out of the way spot.

The unit’s home base lies between River Road and the largest river in New Castle. A ten foot high steel fence topped with three strands of barbed wire marks the non-riparian boundaries of the base. It is a gated community with a warrior’s demeanor.

Stark and stern signs posted on the fence made it very clear that this was not a place upon which to trespass. So it was with a certain measure of relief that a friendlier sign at the front gate welcomed the H4 Hounds and pointed the way inside. The guard on post, who looked like a staff sergeant who had pissed off his Lieutenant, directed the Hashmobiles past the guardhouse and toward a remote rally area.

The final Wednesday Hash of the season then, was to be run on virgin terrain. For while I am sure that the base has seen more than its share of strange happenings and odd people, never before had Hash Hounds set foot upon this quasi-federal soil.

Hares Spud Nut, Perfect Woman and the Long Ranger gathered the Pack together for a pre-op briefing, and On Trail we went.

My memories of the trail consist of disjointed snatches of impressions, foggy glimpses of images, and warm images of snatches:

The weather was just as promised for the hazy, hot and humid hashers.

Scrub brush swirled by in a blur and I believe we had to pick our way through a stand of lob lolly pines.

Bunion Butt tried his best to freak-out Just Amanda, but the two-time Hasher was much tougher and cooler than the deform-footed G.M. expected.

There was a beer stop at a forward observation post on a small spit of land jutting into the Delaware River.

From the beer stop an observant Hasher could gaze across the river at New Jersey and the East Bank home of Groper and Roadkill.

At the beer stop, Crash Test Dummy (Toby the Dog) eschewed the beer, choosing instead to slake his thirst with the chocolatey goodness which is the Delaware River.

Are we currently at Homeland Security Condition Yellow (Elevated), or is that base susceptible to amphibious assault?

Deadhead negotiated the National Guard’s obstacle course cleanly and in a decent time.

Hashing within a floodplain means hashing with no hills. This trail was way flat.

A carefully laid trap, prepared by Perfect Woman for the express purpose of ensnaring Bitchard, was deftly sidestepped when the swift old Bitch Hound short circuited the trail and missed a CB-17 mark. Perfect Woman: “Curses! Foiled again.”

German POW’s built the timber framed armory, and the sign in the head admonished “Flush the toilet. You ain’t in Baghdad anymore.”

Were the Hares wearing body armor, or just happy to see us?

We hashed past camouflaged earthmoving equipment, concrete ammo dumps and various firing ranges. Somehow on this small tract they’ve hidden a 1000 yard range.

At the apres pizza parlor, the food was skimpy if you consider one pizza pie per Hasher skimpy. Pitchers of beer were kept full and cold.

Just Rob, long since beyond his 5th Hash, was finally set free of his Nerd Name and christened Spent Fuel Rod, or if you trust the instincts of Religious Advisor Butthead, Spent F. Rod.

Woody Woodpecker spent a few quality moments with a City of New Castle police officer discussing and debating the Rules of the Road. Woody made some strong and cogent points, but the cop’s unimpeachable rebuttal ultimately carried the argument.

In the armory, a spiral staircase into Spud Nut’s office reminded your humble scribe of a porn movie he’d once seen, in which a similar staircase played a crucial role in the frenzied and multi-positioned coupling of the two principal actors. How Spud Nut can work with that kind of constant distraction is beyond me.

Then there was more beer. Another slice of pie. A couple of cigarettes. Too much beer for a weekday night.

All too soon, the aprěs wound down and sated Hashers tottered off into the night. To sleep it off. To rejuvenate. To gear up for the first Saturday H4 Hash of the season in less than 72 hours.

“…♫ So we gotta say goodbye to the summer…♪” - Sealed With a Kiss by Brian Hyland

Bunion Butt
September 2005
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Hash_Trash___A_River_Road_Ramble.doc