Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Details
Hash Number:785
What:Hockessin Hash #785 - 14th ANNUAL CRAB HASH
When:Sept. 19, 2009
Where:Hill Top Crab House
Hares:Cribsnatcher
Pickle Dick
Skidmarks
Tinsel Tits
Message
Hash #786 14th ANNUAL CRAB HASH
SATURDAY, September 19, 2009, 3:00PM, Somewhere near Hockessin, DE and Avondale, PA
WHAT: 14TH ANNUAL H4 CRAB HASH
WHEN: SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 19TH 3PM
WHO: Cribsnatcher, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Skidmarks
HOW MUCH: $35
WHERE:Hill Top Crab House, one mile north of the DE/PA line on RT. 41
WHAT DO YOU GET: Beer, Trail, Gimme, Crabs, Beer, Beer, Beer
ALSO: There were be other food for non crab eaters
QUESTIONS? Call Crib
Send a check to:
CRAB HASH
PO BOX 701
NEWARK, DE 19715
OR BRING A CHECK TO HASH CASH so they can get a HEAD (who said HEAD) COUNT!
D'erections: From Newark area, get yourself to Limestone Road, Rt. 7 North, and go over state line and take exit onto Rt. 41 North. Hill Top Crab House will be on left. From I-95/Wilmington area, take Rt. 141 N, take the Rt. 2 South exit, stay in right lane and take right onto Rt. 41 North. Stay on Rt. 41 North until one mile after the state line, on the left should be the Crab House.
Hashers
Amber Alert
Bunion Butt
Butthead
Crash Test Dummy
Cribsnatcher
Dead End
Deathwish
Devil Woman
Doggie Erectus
Gives It Away
Gomez
Groper
Himalaya
Itchy and Scratchy
Lost Penis
Mary Fucking Poppins
Miss Pissylvania
Mount Me
Pickle Dick
Roadkill
Rug Burn
Skidmarks
Tinsel Tits
Toxic Shock
Up the Rear
Wet Lay
White Trash
Wishboneher
Yeast of Burden
Hash Trash
So we had a hash on Saturday the 19th 2009 AD. And some crabs………..later on.
The slobbering pack met up at the Hill Top Crab house/ Tavern, the one in Avondale, PA that is.
Hashers present that I remember:
Death Wish, Yeast of Burden, Miss Pisslevania, Dead End, Wishboner, Up the Rear, Mary Fucking Poppins, Gomez, White Trash, Road Kill, Devil Woman, Butthead, Crash Test Dummy, Amber Alert, Pickle Dick, Gives It Away , Rug Burn, Mount Me, Groper, Lost Penis, Doggy Erectus, Toxic Shock, Himilaya, Bunion Butt, Itchy and Scratchy, Wet Lay, and many, many others.
Da hares were as follows if I remember correctly: Skidmarks, Cribsnatcher, Pickle Dick, and Tinsle Tits, I think.
The slobbering pack left point A around 3:20pm HST.
On! On! We went down the hill on good old route 41, from the famous Hill Top tavern and banged a right I think into a field which led down to a lush valley and into some shiggy. You would think with that many hares there would also be that many marks, but Alas! There was not and the pack stayed somewhat together mystified for a few.
On! On!
I remember some woods and some shiggy and then some road, and then a big soccer field where supposedly a cross-country meet had taken place shortly after the marks were laid. So was the excuse of one of the hares.
On! On!
Up through the field and into some farmers yard where we were greeted by two dogs; one friendly and one not, and that famous red cooler with some beer inside. We downed our beers in farmer Joe’s back yard while Deathwish entertained us by attempting to swing from a rope from Farmer Joe’s tree house onto farmer Joe’s trampoline. He kind of whussed out at the end, you can tell that dude is getting old. HA!
On! On!
Back across the field we went. And back onto the road. Until we found another road and then some woods. A clever check back 6, with the sixth mark being invisible kept most of the FRB’s confused until the rest of the pack caught up and down a hill we found trail to be.
On! On!
We ran past another farmhouse, where Butthead took another one of his famous wrong turns, only to be ahead of us later on. Then past some park pavilion named after some historical figure.
On! On!
We went through an area that I can only describe as a “Gravel Marsh”. A sort of wetland with some large piles of dirt and gravel in them, and about two feet of water surrounding them, until=2 0we got to point B, the On In, in some former parking lot of something along Route 41.
So thus we circled. The hares drank many times. Somebody drank for first blood. A bunch of people drank for being visitors. Wish Boner Drank for being last in. A bunch of other people drank for a bunch of other reasons, it was hard for me to keep track because I was busy separating beer can tabs for somebody for some reason. I don’t think anybody drank for auto hashing because all the auto hashers were at the tavern eating all our crabs. No pun intended.
So some of us took the high road and ran the 0.8 miles back up to the tavern, but most people had the sense to jump in one of the hare’s cars. Except that Tinsle Tits briefly lost the sense to get her keys out of her car before locking them….so I heard. The slobbering pack eventually made it back and we enjoyed with our beer, Alaskan snow crab legs mixed in with the blue crabs, the first time I’d ever seen that done before, along with some French fries and coleslaw, in what seemed to be the family section of the restaurant. Alas! We weren’t allowed to touch the salad bar, Whah! But at least a got this cool commemorative jug for my 35 smackers that I stupidly forgot to fill with beer before I left. All in All it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for the rodeo. And give me a break, I been out of practice for a couple of months.
On! On!
MFP
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the numbering here is off to keep on track with the 800th using these numbers