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| Hash Number: | 1242 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1242 |
| When: | May 16, 2018 |
| Where: | 801 Shipyard Dr, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | F6 Jewel of Duh-Nile Smells Like Hash Spirit | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1242 When: Wednesday, May 16, 2018 at 6:30pm HST Where: 801 Shipyard Dr, Wilmington, DE 19801 (We will circle up in the back far right of the parking lot next to the BIG RIVERFRONT sign) Who Hare: F6, Smells Like hash Spirit, and Jewel of Duh Nile What Else: Along with our shitty trail the weather seems to be in our favor as well. Bring a Dry Bag and get wet ;) Friendlies: No friendlies. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From north on I-95 South, exit #6 SR-9/ 4th Street toward ML King Blvd, slight left N. Jackson St., left Lancaster Ave. SR-48E, continue to follow SR 48E, right Justison St. to 801 Shipyard Dr. From south on I-95 North, exit #6 SR-4 Maryland Ave, toward ML King Blvd, left on Maryland Ave/ SR-4, left on Beech Street, right Justison St. to 801 Shipyard Dr. | Hashers |
| American Halfass Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Grand Hash Hasher Groper Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Shit Out of Luck Shuttlecock Smells Like Hash Spirit Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1242 So the slobbering pack gathered on the end of Shipyard Drive more or less in front of Frawely Stadium in the good old city to beat somebody, Wilmington, DE on the fine very wet early evening of Wednesday, May the 16th, 2018 AD. Hashers present included: Bumpy Beaver, Dirty Wet Pussy, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Weird Al, Asshopper, Just Brian, Do Me on the Beach, American Half Ass, Shit Out of Luck, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Mary Fucking Poppins, Groper, Lost Penis, Woody, Grand Hash Hasher, and many, many others. Our hares of the day officially were Jewels of Duh-nile, F-6, and Smells Like Hash Spirit who had offered to help, but nudged out of doing pretty much anything. And so for a few minutes at least we enjoyed some brews in a rather vacated section of the parking lot, standing under umbrellas some of us. However yours truly forgot his, and relied on a rather robust yellow raincoat to the great amusement of my fellow hashers. After a whiles, our hares finally arrived, for on this very rainy day it definitely did not pay to lay down the marks hours ahead of time. Our fair weather RA, Wishboneher was conveniently absent, and decided instead to join us that day only through Facebook, along with Spunk Monkey and whoever that visiting hasher who announced she would be there but wasn’t. And so our new foul weather RA Woody circled us up for the chalk talk. The hares explained the marks, which were more or less standard and warned us not to get confused with the many arrows left over from the many races that were held in that area ahead of time. They informed us that there was a shot stop and a beer stop planned. They also apologized ahead of time, to the 3 of us that were actually listening, about the beer stop that was very likely to get fucked up, as the area at the present was being heavily guarded over by police and private security. With that encouraging note we followed the first arrow to true trail. On! On! Trail went into the direction of many restaurants, businesses and empty buildings that used to hold outlet stores. We found a check, one going towards the river, and the other one going towards another part of the river, that those of us familiar with that area would eventually lead to a dead end. And no he didn’t show up that day . And so most of us thought to go in the direction that was not the dead end, but this turned out to be false. Thus causing Just Brian to start bitching a little earlier than usual. We saw the hares carrying a cooler and motioning for us to go the other way. And so we went. On! On! We followed trail towards the bird sanctuary at the end of the river front, at least until that long pedestrian trail that will go all the way to New Castle gets completed. Trail led us right into a watchful constable, as the area has been vandalized often lately, and a fence. Though we did find a beer near at the end of a “No No”, as the hares had initially intended for us to go around the fence, run around the bird sanctuary then come out and stop for a beer behind the trees. This however, and unsurprisingly, was decided against as that constable could not stop paying attention to us. And so when the hares arrived with a beer, it was decided to move the beer stop a little bit farther away and behind a pile of what remained of a demolished building. And so for about 45 seconds a few of us enjoyed half a beer or less, before we got the attention of a private security guard on a golf cart, this thanks in part to Bunion Butt and Bumpy Beaver deciding to wander past a fence and a big sign that said “This part of the Riverfront is closed for now. No Trespassing please.” And so those of us who had opened beer cans hurriedly chucked them back in the cooler and went back on trail. On! On! We followed trail back out in front of the shoppes, then back behind them, finding a few checks and falses and check backs here and there. Trail was relatively easy to detected considering that it had not stopped down pouring for a single second since the hash started. On! On! Eventually we came out around the currently closed Constitution Yards beer garden thing and found marks on Justinson street then out towards MLK BLVD. Just Brian found the check back 6, while PubeHeAteHer found marks around the DCCA, but lost them and kept going until he saw or heard Jewels of Duh-Nile on the other side of a fence with the cooler of beer and was redirected back. Back towards the DCCA us FRB’s went and to where the fence ended or began, and we found marks going through a little bit of shiggy and taking us to the cooler of beer that our hare wisely placed under the overpass of I-95, where no figures of authority were waiting. And so this time we got to enjoy our brews for as long as it took to finish them, as the rest of the pack eventually straggled in with F-6 sweeping them. Soon again we were off. On! On! We ran down under I-95 until we came to a shot stop, and a photo op, planned slash discovered by the hares. Here we were served two different varieties of Hawaiian Punch. One with a little bit of alcohol in it and one with a lot. Also a vandal who may or may not be familiar with us happened to tag one of the highway supports with the word Fuck with an exponential of 12. And so in honor of the hare pictures were taken with him and others posing in front of it. On! On! We ran further under the interstate then most of the pack knowing the cars were near took the first opportunity to get back into the parking lot, while a few others decided to follow marks for a few yards longer, and a few others decided to partake in a variety of weed that I thought had not been produced since I got out of high school, that was being shared by GrandHash Hasher. To give you a clue, it rhymes with the word Fag. Anyway, one by one by two we made our way back to point A. Where down downs were poured and our foul weather RA, Woody, with a big funny hat, and a big funny object that he used to spank people opened circle. We started with accusations first. Then went to the hares. Then went back to accusations, then went to announcements, then went back to a few accusations. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were song. After circle the half of us who had not caught a cold adjourned to Timothy’s, where we enjoyed some tasty chicken wings, nachos and quesadillas along with a few more brews. And we had many laughs.. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1243 this Wednesday. On! On!MFP | |