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| Hash Number: | 1034 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1034 - Another Wednesday hash, but do you really need a reason |
| When: | June 18, 2014 |
| Where: | 675 W. South Street, Kennett Square, PA |
| Hares: | Lost Penis Skidmarks | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1034, Another Wednesday hash, but do you really need a reason Who: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, and possibly others. Where: Herb Pennock Park, 675 W. South Street, Kennett Sq., PA 19348 When: Wednesday, June 18th, 6:30 HST Why: The original hare had to be out of town. So these hares picked up trail at the last minute, so don't blame Skidmarks or Lost Penis when the trail sucks. E'rections: From Rt 1 south: Take the exit for 82 (Kennett Sq/Unionville). Make a left. Stay on 82 through Kennett Sq. In about 1 mile, make a right onto West South Street at the Landhope Farm. West South Street has an "S" turn (stay to the right or you'll end up on Lafayette St). Hash will be on the right in about 1/2 mile. From Newark area: Take Limestone Road north. Limestone Road becomes Kaolin Road. Make a Left onto West Hillendale Road. Then make your first Right onto Chandler Mill Road. At the end of Chandler Mill Road make Left onto West South Street. Hash will be on the right. Comments: Dog and horror friendly. Shiggy factor 3 of 10. Bring a chair for and outside apres. Bring a dry bag for on after in Kennett Sq. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion's Bitch Circle Jerk Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It Dancing Fool Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Gives It Away Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Sporto Two Buck Fuck Wickwacker Woody Woodpecker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1034 So the slobbering pack gathered up in the parking lot of another softball field on the warm early evening of Wednesday, June the 19th2014 AD. This time we were in the land that can be smelled for miles and miles away, Kennett Square, PA. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Gives it Away, Two Buck Fuck, The Hasher Formerly Known as Schporto, Wickwacker, Circle Jerk, Do Me on the Beach, Dirty Wet Pussy, Dancing Fool, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Bunions Bitch, Mary Fucking Poppins, Woody, Perfect Woman, NecraFeelMeUp, Pube He Ate Her, Cock ‘A Doodle Don’t, Devil Woman, Yeast Infection, Ass Hopper, Kum On Inn, and many, many others. Our hares of the day were one of our illustrious RAs and our Grand Mistress; Skidmarks and Lost Penis, who were willing to sub in for the scheduled hare that had to back out at the last minute. And so it was a mighty warm evening, as our exhausted looking flour covered GM informs us all that this was gonna be a long ass shitty trail. So we took our time sipping on some brews waiting to get started knowing this was gonna to be the longest hash day of the year, as the piles of mushroom soil that Kennett Square is known for steamed away with great enthusiasm, as great steaming piles of poo tend to do. Eventually the complicated chalk talk, rift with many warnings was given to us, this time with a minimum of heckling, because if you’ve ever been on a Skidmarks trail before, you know the warnings need to be double heeded. And so, the arrow pointed the way of true….. On! On! We ran along the softball field, and then found a check. Circle Jerk went the wrong way as usual, some other hashers found the right way, on the other side of the street and into the woods. After a little bit of path we found another check. With about 5 marks going into the creek and the mud, that ended up being a false. True trail went down the path a little further, and took us back into the creek and the mud. On! On! Our Grand Mistress gives some whoosing out directions to people who were too afraid to get wet. And we didn’t see Woody again until the circle after the hash. Through the river we forded through, with Dancing Fool and Famous Jack getting about the worst of the waste deep parts of that river. We found a couple of tires on the way, but no car. And then mercifully trail came out of the river and into a field of stinging nettles. On! On! It took us to find a bit to find true trail through the field of nettles then the 8 foot tall field of tick infested grass, before eventually making it out into the hood. On! On! We ran up and down many hills of asphalt, finding many checks and falses, with our Grand Mistress sweeping and giving taking all the slow pokes through the short cuts. Eventually we make it out to the Kennett High school baseball and track fields, but there were no signs of those pesky security guards we were warned about. We got to climb over or crawl under an 8 foot fence. Well at least those of us who tried to stay on trail. On! On! We find ourselves back in the hood, and then out onto that major road that goes through all of stink town USA, eventually finding an empty parking lot, with Skidmarks and his truck for the Beer Near. We enjoyed our brews for a while, and this time we had a nice variety of soft drinks to choose from as well. The po-po drove by, but neither he, nor most of the hashers seemed to notice each other. Bunions Bitch took off early, still not realizing that there is no prize for finishing first. On! On! We bang a left onto the rail road tracks, then turn right into some more tick infested grass, before coming out into a parking lot, and back into the hood, with bewildered looking Mexican children wondering what the hell we were doing. Soon we found the song check, that we were all supposed to stop at, in a weed sprouting parking lot of some building no longer standing. Yours truly, led us in a quick song, before we were off again. On! On! Trail went down the street then over some huge dirt pile before we found the “Choose your Own Adventure Mark” which meant both trails were supposed to take you to the end. Eventually the pack straggled back in, one by one, with the usually late kumming Kum On Inn finding us shortly after. We circled up, our RA, Skidmarks ran a shorter and swifter circle than he’s usually known for. Penalties and awards were dished out. Songs were sung. We then enjoyed a couple of square cheese pizzas that were 50 percent off that day and some watermelon slices to go along with our brews. And the sun was still almost up before the last of us headed home. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1035 this Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |