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| Hash Number: | 767 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #767 |
| When: | May 20, 2009 |
| Where: | Fort Mott State Park, Pennsville, NJ |
| Hares: | Groper Rug Burn | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #767, The Booiiinng Hash When: Wednesday, May 20, 2009 at 6:30pm Where: Fort Mott State Park, Pennsville, Zoo Jersey Who: Your Stewardesses Rug Burn and Groper What Requirements: MILITARY GARB AND SWIM SUITS D'erections: From Delaware, cross the Delaware Memorial Bridge to New Jersey. Take the first exit which is Pennsville, Rt. 49 East . Cracker Barrell on your right. Go thru Business District of Pennsville ~3 miles or 5 traffic lights to Ft. Mott Rd. Make a right onto Ft. Mott Rd. Stay on Ft. Mott Rd, ~3 more miles to Ft. Mott State Park (you can also follow 3 Forts Ferry signs). Before the main entrance to the park look for small driveway on right that has an official vehicles only sign and take that driveway (we have permission) and a couple of old white houses and drive to the houses and park and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butthead Circle Jerk Clit Clapper Cousin It Crash Test Dummy Cribsnatcher Dead End Deadhead Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Family Jules Free to Lay Gomez Groper Itchy and Scratchy Lost Boy Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me Perfect Woman Pickle Dick Roadkill Rug Burn Seen Your Panties Skidmarks Slutmaster Stun Gun Tinsel Tits Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wickwacker Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Run 768 Hash Trash So we had another hash, Wednesday Made the 20th, 2009 A.D. Hashers Present (As far as I remember anyway, cause Dead End didn’t get around to sending me the attendance sheet): Cribsnatcher, Circle Jerk, Do Me on the Beach, Perfect Woman, Stun Gun, Senior Panties, WickWacker, Mounts Me, Clit Clapper, Free Two Lay, Dirty Wet Pussy, Wishboner, Weird Al, Mary Fucking Poppins, Skidmarks, Gomez, Cousin It, Ass Hopper, Tinsel Tits, Road Kill, Devil Woman, Butthead, Crash Test Dummy, Lost Boy, Family Jules, Dead End, Pickle Dick, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Dead Head, Malcolm…um I mean Slut Master, Itchy and Scratchy, and probably a few other people I forgot about. Groper and Rugburn were hares, with the help of that guy driving around in the 1945 army jeep whose name I forgot. So the slobber pack met up at Fort Motte Park/ military history museum in good ole’ Pennsville N.J for our first camo wearing, military themed hash of the summer. Rugburn and that other guy sat in a jeep at the super secret entrance to the park, that us hashers had the exclusive privilege of using that day. In addition to the beer somebody was thoughtful enough to bring a box full of bug repellent that defiantly came in useful through the miles and miles of mosquito invested marshes on the banks of the Delaware we hashed through that day. Damn! Those blood-sucking bastards are pretty bad this year, and so are the mosquitoes! Rugburn warned everybody that she had an obstacle course of sorts planned, and only those who went through it would get a special treat on the trail. On! On! Trail of course, was pointed out by the hares in a very general direction from the start. And as usual, hashers found a couple of false trails and check backs, before finding the checks they supposedly were leading from. The path led to shiggy and out to path and back to shiggy as always. Wow! This managed to keep the group mostly together for a full 15 minutes. On! On! We went though some wetlands and hashers got ambushed by some large flying gray gnats who seemed to be everywhere, this could this have been part of the obstacle course that co-hare Rugburn warned us about. On! On! The increasingly visible marks led to a check which led to two or three apparently true trails going in different directions, this often happens when two or three hares agree to split up the marking amongst themselves with out paying attention to what each other are doing. Half the pack went off on a well-marked true trail that didn’t lead to any alcohol, but fortunately yours truly followed one of the hares to the trail that did. On! On! The trail went to an actual trail that then led to some weeds and reeds and then to the supposed obstacle course that Rugburn set up, or the beavers set up to be exact. It was quite a water crossing, I mean the crossing wasn’t that long but if you fell off the log into that water you would smell bad for longer than this recession has been lasting. At the other side of the log was the special treat we were promised, some pretty strong Jello shots and about a dozen hashers who short-cutted, skipped around the obstacle course and got to the jello shots before the rest of us did. After about what seemed an eternity the rest of the pack managed to get across the water crossing, and we were back on trail again. On! On! The east bank of the Delaware was on our side for a while. Down a path we went and up a man made hill. A hill so high that most of the pack could see the beer stop and didn’t have to follow the marks any more. The beer was with that guy with the army jeep hidden in the reeds and sand. We enjoyed our brews real fast and followed the rest of trail, which like the previous part of trail went through Fort Motte Park. Up another hill we went and past some piles of cannon balls and signs detailing more military history stuff. An arrow pointed in the direction of a field that we could see our cars on the other side of and thus trail was done. So we circled up with a new joint RA’s, Skidmarks and Devil Woman running circle. Cousin It had to drink for being a visitor, Itchy and Scratchy had to drink for first blood, Groper had to drink for complaining about having to drink beer, Clit Clapper and Free Two Lay had to drink for something, Butthead had to drink for calling out penalties on people who had already drank for their penalties, a lot of other people had to drink for a lot of other things ... but wait ... Nobody had to drink for being first in!! Somehow that most heinous of penalties slipped the mind of both our RA’s and the rest of the pack. A certain hasher whose initials are MFP might have made it across the field back to the cars before everybody else, but HA! I evade you again Morons!!! So, we opreyed at Rugburn’s place where we enjoyed subs, potato salad, pasta, brownies, and bacon wrapped chili peppers that a couple people ate before realizing they were supposed to be cooked first. Rugburn couldn’t make to the picnic table in time before we ate all the subs. Well, with this group you snooze you lose even if it’s your own house. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for the next Hockessin Hash this coming Wednesday, Made the Twenpy-Sepenth. NO SPELL CHECK FOR ME! ON! ON! Mary Fuckin Poppins | |
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| the hash trash has 768, this was for 767, there is no hash 768 next week is 769 | |