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| Hash Number: | 1243 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1243 |
| When: | May 23, 2018 |
| Where: | 32 Castle Run Drive, Bear, DE |
| Hares: | Asshopper Shuttlecock | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1243 When: Wednesday, May 23, 2018 at 6:30pm HST Where: 32 Castle Run Drive, Bear, DE 1970 You can either park on the street by the given address or at the park at the front of the neighborhood, where we will circle up. Who Hare: Asshopper and Just Brian What Else: Bring a chair and be prepared for whatever weather may come. Friendlies: No friendlies. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From Newark or Wilmington on I-95, get on Rt. 1 South and then exit onto Rt. 40 W/Glasgow, stay left, then left onto Rt. 7 South. Go over RR tracks, then a right onto Regal Blvd. Kingscroft Park is on the left. | Hashers |
| American Halfass Asshopper Big Mother Fucker Bumpy Beaver Cousin It Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Gives It Away Grand Hash Hasher Jewel of Duh-Nile Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Shit Out of Luck Shuttlecock Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit Tinsel Tits Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1243 So the slobbering pack gathered up in the park in front of the Scarbourough Kingscroft hood in Bear Delaware, on the rather temperate, and for once, not raining early evening of May the twenty-turd, 2018 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Orgy Porgy Put N” Pie, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Slutmaster, Cousin It, Woody, Wishboneher, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Dead End, Grand Hash Hasher, Dirty Wet Pussy, Mary Fucking Poppins, Shit Out of Luck, American Half Ass, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Gives It Away, Big Mother Fucker, Just Shay, Perfect Woman, Jewels of Duh-Nile, Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al and many, many others. Our hares of the day included Just Brian, who was laying his virgin trail, with Asshopper as a consultant, and Wetter the Better who took care of the food making duties that day. And so those of us who arrived early, drank a brew or two and enjoyed the temperate weather and the brief time that we were not being attacked by mosquitoes and ticks. A few minutes after 6:30, our newly erected hash horn, Orgy Porgy, began a long painful attempt to blow the hash bugle, for several minutes, until the pack finally congregated in a circle and our fair weather RA, WIshboneher, announced the beginning of the hash. Just Brian informed us during the chalk talk to expect an average Wednesday trail, which is to expect everything to get fucked up. We were told to look out for a check back or two, a shot stop, and a beer stop. We were warned about a Tough/ Easy split, which in this case was meant to be literally that. We were also warned that Asshopper, who was to be doing the sweeping duties, did not really know where he was going. But we knew, at least at the beginning that we were to go in the direction of the arrow. And soon enough we were off. On! On! We went out of the park and found marks in the neighborhood. We found a check. Pube found more than three marks going straight and disappeared. Jewels of Duh-Nile when right and found a few marks, then a check, falses on either side, and a few more marks going straight to a check, with falses on either side, and a few more marks going straight to a check-back 6, which in this case meant going two checks backwards, with one of those checks counting as a number and the other one not. On! On! We followed trail out into the tick infested grasslands under the power lines. We ran through a few soon to be future homes, soon to be owned by crotchety future property owners. We crossed over Church Rd, where we found the “Be Very Careful Mark” that was added by Pube, who had a piece of chalk in his hand. On! On! We hashed through the Meridian crossing neighborhood for a bit, and through some more grass lands. At one check on the asphalt, we found a liquid arrow left by Pube that very clearly indicated the true trail. Now, how this was accomplished, Pube decided to keep as a trade secret. On! On! Trail eventually took a left into some woods. We had to cross a four foot stream, which caused poor Woody a great deal of grief. But he survived. The marks led us down a very muddy path guarded by poison ivy on both sides, and soon enough to the Shot Near mark. Here we found a cooler with some water and one with a nice big bottle of premixed Pina Colada. And so, us FRB’s enjoyed this for what seemed to be a long, long time as we waited for the walkers to get there. To amuse ourselves Orgy Porgy decided to take down and old, dead, rotten tree with his Jean Claude Vandamn impression, using his bare shins. Eventually all, or most of the walkers made it there and helped us finish off the bottle, and we were off again. On! On! We went through the woods for a while longer, then came out to Porter Rd, I think, and followed a nice long straight away on the shoulder-less road. Fortunately, all the cars seemed to be driving only on one side of that road, which was the side most of us had the sense to not be on. On! On! Trail went back into another part of the Meridian Crossing Neighborhood, whose size seems to be increasing by about 10 houses a week. Somewheres around there supposedly was the Tough/Easy split. Apparently though, all of us blew past without noticing, and we all ended up on the easy route. Which was likely a fortunate thing, based upon what I heard Just Brian say regarding the Tough route. The easy trail stayed in the neighborhood for a while, then banged a left through some shiggy and out onto the railroad tracks, where we encountered Just Brian with a cooler for our beer stop. And so we enjoyed our brews for a while, as, for once, we weren’t running super duper late. And the sun wasn’t down yet. But soon enough we were off. On! On! Down the railroad tracks we went. And down the railroad tracks we went. And down them and down them for a while, as this took enough time for us to tell each other our life stories. And maybe even enough time to also have an argument about who would win in a fight: Super Man or Mighty Mouse? But we didn’t find the dead body. (That’s a movie reference in case any of you get it). We took turns carrying the coolers and what was left in them. Eventually we came to an arrow that pointed us through a gap in a fence and to point B, the backyard of the hares residence on Castle Run Drive. Being a first time hare, Just Brian didn’t think to mention this was an A to B trail. Though A wasn’t really that far from B, or wouldn’t seem that way if we had not gone on that trail before. Fortunately Wetter the Better and Cousin It were willing to shuttle people back to their cars, though a few, like Perfect Woman, were willing to walk back on their own. I didn’t see anything in the announcement about needing a chair, but fortunately the hare had about 100 spare ones in the shed so we set those up while the beer wenches got the down-down cups ready. Since their was no On! In! mark at point B Orgy Porgy, who would not stop talking, was forced to touch a piece of paper that had On! In! written on it, so we could officially blame him for being first in. After all of us got settled, which included the mosquitoes, who would not leave us alone that night, we circled in the back yard. Our fair weather RA Wishboneher opened the circle. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down downs were done. The hares, including Asshopper and Wetter drank a few times, though Wetter needed a stunt liver. Orgy Porgy drank for being first in, or for being forced to touch the On! In! mark first. Big Mother Fucker drank for being last. Shit Out of Luck drank for a hash crash. A few people drank for interruptus. Our virgin, Just Shay, drank her virgin down-down, and many other folks drank for many other reasons, before announcements were made and the hash went in peace. After circle we enjoyed some fine veggie Chili prepared by Wetter the Better to go along with some chips and our beer, as well as two varieties of tasty cake. And the mosquitoes continued to find us very tasty as well. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1244 this cumming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |
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| Just Brian renamed Shuttlecock | |