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| Hash Number: | 1037 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1037 |
| When: | July 9, 2014 |
| Where: | Brandywine Springs Park, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash # 1037 When: Wednesday July 9, 2014 at 6:30 PM Where: Brandywine Springs Park, Wilmington, DE Who: Smells Like Hash Spirit and Dick Fingers D'erections: From I-95, take the Rt. 141 North exit. Follow a few miles until the exit for Kirkwood Hwy/Rt.2/Rt. 41, Exit 6B. Stay right and follow signs for Rt. 41 North. Go for a bit and take right onto Rt. 34/Faukland Rd. Take right into the Park, look for hashers, park and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butthead Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Deadhead Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Gives It Away Gizz Specialist Jubal Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Narcigism NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Up the Rear Wet Lay Wickwacker Woody Woodpecker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash # 1037 So the slobbering pack gathered up once again in the parking lot of Brandywine Springs Park on the fine warm, humid late afternoon of July the 9th, 2014 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Dead End, Gives It Away, Dead Head, Woody, Dirty Wet Pussy, Gizz Specialist, Cousin It, Jubol, Tits of Steel, The International House of Virgins, Wickwacker, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Up the Rear, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Perfect Woman, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Mary Fucking Poppins, Narcigism, Pickle Dick, Tinsle Tits, Butthead, Devil Woman, Yeast Infection, Kum On Inn, Just Drew, Just Brian, Just Rikki, and many, many others. Our hare of the day was our founding Old Man, Cribsnatcher who filled in at the last minute for the scheduled hares who backed out at the last minute or not. The chalk talk was done, for whatever that was worth and we were off. On! On! Our hare pointed us in the general direction of the softball field where there was a softball game taking place. Not a single mark was found, but hashers kept running that way anyway until one of the walkers discovered a mark across the street going into the hood. On! On! We ran through the neighborhood across the street from the park for a while, finding a check here and there, an unmarked trail here and there and a hill here and there before the marks pretty much disappeared but most of us got the clue that the first of two beer stops was going to be back where we started and so that is where most of us went. And it was. So we enjoyed our brews out of the same coolers in the same place that we had enjoyed our brews about 10 minutes earlier before the hash started. And then we were off again, or most of us were anyway. On! On! True trail went out to Rt 41 then back into the park again. There was a Checkback- 5 some hashers encountered, but most walked through it backwards while shortcutting. On! On! Trail went on a trail for a while, and past one or two of those historically important signs explaining the history of the Wilmington Western Railroad. Trail went along the tracks, but not on them this time. We ran past a Beer Near symbol, but those of us in the front saw no beer, so went up the hill where we saw some marks, figuring the second beer stop would be exactly where the first one was until we heard Cribsnatcher calling us from the bottom of the hill, for he had just arrived with the beer. Us FRB’s enjoyed our brews, as we waited for the majority of the pack who followed a non-hash arrow for some reason and ended up out on Faukland Rd somehow. While we were at the second beer stop we were also joined by the late cumming Pickle Dick and Tinsle Tits who I take it managed to follow at least part of this trail. After enjoying our brews for a few more we headed back up the hill following the marks back to the pavilion that Crib had his minions busy making wood burnt style pizza for us. Our RA for the day, Skidmarks, opened up the circle. Awards and penalties were dished out. The folks who haven’t gotten a hash name yet got to drink a lot of times. Cousin It felt there was some great-grievous hash offense that was made that day and that demanded some serious down-downing. But I never quite understood what or who he was talking about because I couldn’t hear him over his own yelling. After circle was closed, we got to enjoy some fine salad makings and some fine pizzas cooked there right on the spot on the BBQ thing courtesy of Crib and his helpers. Other than the fact that the bottom was burnt on almost every one of them, we’ve rarely had better grub at this thing, with a variety of toppings to choose from, even anchovies. Some folks even got to make their own, as we drank our brews watching the sun go down and the swarm of mosquitoes come in. But all and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1038 this Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |