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| Hash Number: | 1231 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1231 |
| When: | March 3, 2018 |
| Where: | 2703 Philadelphia Pike, Claymont, DE |
| Hares: | Cousin It Dancing Fool | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1231 When: Saturday, March 3, 2018 at 3:00pm HST Where: Town and Country Shopping Center in Claymont -- 2705 Philadelphia Pike, Claymont, DE is the best GPS location Who Hare: Dancing Fool and Cousin It Why: It is the Fools Birthday. A big one. And you thought he was born yesterday. Friendlies: Trail - probably, apres - no. Hash Cash: $7.00 D'erections: Going North on I-95, sse Exit 10 (Harvey Road Exit / Claymont, DE), right on Harvey Road, go 0.8 miles to the Town and Country Shopping Center on your left. Park near the back corner. Going South on I-95, well, get on I-495 at the Delaware/PA border. Take Exit 5 (US 13/Philadelphia Pike/Claymont. Go 6 miles on Philly Pike. Right on Harvey Road.. Shopping Center will be on Right. Park in the worst corner. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Biatch Big Left Tit Bitchard Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cause for Blindness Cousin It Dancing Fool Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Lazy Bitch Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Pounds It in the Can PubeHeAteHer RaidR Rubber Ripper Runner Girl Seaman on the Poop Deck Skidmarks Statutory Consent The Wetter the Better Tits of Steel Toxic Shock Wet Lay What What Mud in the Butt Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1231 Oh boy ..... So the slobbering pack gathered in the back of the Town and Country shopping strip in Claymonster Delaware, on the fine windy afternoon of March the Turd, 2018 A.D. Hashers present at some point included: NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Cause For Blindness, RaidR, Biotch, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Do Me On the Beach, Jewels of Denial, Devil Woman, Semen on the Poop Deck, Groper, Wetter the Better, Asshopper, Mount Me, Woody, Orgy Porgy Put N’ Pie, Mary Fucking Poppins, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Big Left Tit, WishBoneHer, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Bitchard, Lazy Bitch, Toxic Shock, Tits of Steel, What-What Mud in the Butt, Runner Girl, Rubber Ripper, Pounds It in the Can, Statutory Consent, Butt Lite, and many, many others. Though many, many folks did not complete the Fool, I mean, Full Trail. Our hares of the day were Cousin It, who took care of the food, And Dancing Fool who laid the marks in commemoration of his B-Day. And this was sort of a Joint Hash with the Philly group, most of who have often appeared on our trails from time to time. Close to half past three, our RA of the day, Wishbonerher, attempted to gather the pack together for the chalk talk. Dancing Fool announced that we were to get what our 7 bucks paid for, whatever that meant exactly. And he handed out plastic bags and gloves to us all, as he requested that we all do as he does for his birthday, and pick up some litter along the way. We were told to look for pink ribbons and boob checks, and for a BN mark, as well as arrows. We were also told that the false trails would not be marked. And there may be some risk of going to jail. Lost, we figured, many of us would get for a bit ........... And in this aspect we were not disappointed. The Fool told us to go to the Green Street, which was more than a few blocks away to pick up trail, and off we went. On! On! Down the alleyway towards Philadelphia Pike we went encountering enough along the way to fill up everybody’s bags. We found some arrow marks going down the road and banged a left at Delaware Avenue. After a few blocks, we found Green street to the right, and found lots and lots of trash, most of it appeared to have been discarded by Arby’s customers. We came to a check at the fenced off entrance of the Darley Green Condo complex, still under construction. And the FRB’s were delayed for a while searching all over in the mud and muck, as much had precipitated the day before. The DFL’s had just about caught up when some marks were discovered. On! On! Trail went through the very muddy still being developed section of the the complex, and out onto Darely Road, where our hare appeared pointing us into the woods. There was an awfully cold water crossing across Naamans Creek, which most of the pack found a detour around, as well as that mud earlier. Through a little bit more shiggy we went through, and then we arrived to the first beer stop, at one of the many parks over looking I-95, where we enjoyed some rather warm brews and some tasty shots provided by the Fool out of his car. After a few the wind began to pick up and back on trail we went. On! On! Trail went down the Ashpalt path and back into the woods along the interstate. There was another crossing across the creek, resulting in many hashers who would do anything to avoid that to end up on the wrong side of the fence, and far off the trail for a while. We went up a hill and then under a fence to get to the pedestrian bridge. Except Jewels of Denial, who ended up off trail and made a mad suicidal dash across I-95 to meet up with everyone else who was still on trail by this point. On! On! We went behind the famous Knollwood neighborhood, a great place to film a Zombie Apocalypse movie, where we found tons and tons of trash. The marks followed along side of the creek for a little while. A curious middle school aged kid followed us with his bike for a while asking random hashers if they wanted to play hide and seek. On! On! We came out to the ruins of what used to be the Claymont Steel factory, but lost trail again. Many of us stood on the giant man made hill looking for marks. Somebody found some back in the shiggy, which led us to another creek and under another fence, and then out onto Naamans Rd, where Dancing Fool and his distinguished automobile were discovered parked across the road at the ruins of the Tri-State Mall. Here we enjoyed our second beer stop, and were joined by the late cumming Rubber Ripper, Pounds It in the Can, and Statutory Consent, who caught up with us somehow. And who, being Philly hashers, were not used to trails starting relatively on time. About half a dozen hashers including Wishboneher, Lost Penis and Devil Woman, got lost back around Knollwood and were given a ride to the beer stop by some random charitable person. Another half a dozen managed to make it out to Naamans Rd somehow and discovered us. And who knows how many turned back and went home. But those of us who made it, enjoyed our brews we did. Though we had been on our feet longer than the usual hash there was still more ,,,, much more of trail to go, we were told. Also the hare mentioned the marks were going to end one we reached Rt-92, AKA Naamans Rd, and that we would have to find our way back. So half the pack had the common sense to walk back to point A at this time, and waited a few hours for the rest of us. On! On! Trail up Naamans Rd to the off ramp, and then across it. Up a hill we went and along a 10 ft tall chain link fence, where we found marks on the other side. And so ....... we ran up and down the fence looking for the easiest place to climb over it. This, it turned out, was half a mile or so down, but most of us had risked tearing our pants and genital mutilation before that spot was discovered. Crossing the border of Pennsylvania we did, and down a hill we went and though some more shiggy, until, after another water crossing, we ended up in the parking lot of Duffer’s tavern, for our third beer stop. Here Dancing Fool treated us once again, and reminded the one person who was listening that the marks would run out at some point and to find our own way back. We all rejoiced at having survived this far into the trail, no small feat, and soon again we were off. On! On! Back into the woods we went, and across the creek we went again. The driest crossing available this time was across an old fallen tree, which Necro-Feel Me Up crawled across very carefully. Trail went through the woods and around a dirt bike path for a while after that, then came out to the railroad tracks and under a bridge or two and back off the tracks, then stopped. I believe it was after 6pm by this point, and we were at least 3 miles away from the start. So about 6 or 7 of us, ran back to point the easiest way we knew how, and the rest called for an uber, or got picked up by Dancing Fool, or got lost and were never seen again. As the sun been down for a while by the time us FRB’s got back. And as it was getting cold and it was really late, our RA for the day Wishboneher, decided it was unlikely that many of us would have the patience for a circle ceremony, and so that was called off. And so, we, or who was left of us, adjourned to Famous Joe’s where we caught up with Cousin It. And where we enjoyed a fine spread of BBQ and fish tacos, caesar salad, tasty chips, and some pizza that didn’t belong to us but was delivered to us by mistake. A mistake not discovered until we ate at least half of it. In addition to this, we also enjoyed some tasty cookies, brownies and a birthday cake, made by Wet Lay, I think, in honor of the Fool’s birthday. And over some tasty brews, we enjoyed telling each other our tales of how we survived this weekends adventure. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1232 this Saturday. On! On!MFP | |