Blue Hen Hash House Harriers

hash write up

2009-06-30T07:28:00.001-04:00

So we had yet another hash on June the 20th, 2009 AD.

Hashers Present: ToxicWaste, Wickwacker, Skidmarks, Mary Fucking Poppins, Thfkas, Devil Woman, Butthead, Badlay, Crashtest Dummy, and many, many others. Well not really.

Since of course this was the first BH4 hash in a while to have a reasonable length of trail, was well marked, and had a good amount of space between beer stops, of course it rained, lots of people got stuck with their kids for the weekend, and we ended up with 7 people, a dog, and of course a bunch of deer ticks. But a shitty good time we had anyway.

The slobber pack met up at the park and ride on South College Avenue and route 4 on the same day of20the famous annual Blue and Gold game being played next door. But unlike the other tailgating folks in the area, we had with us a variety of hard and soft liquor provided by our new RA, Skidmarks that was left over from the hash camping weekend before, as we waited for our dear hare THFKAS to get out of the door.

We began circling up and knew we were running late when Bad Lay and Devil arrived as usual.

On! On!
The hare pointed the general direction of trail towards South College Avenue and away from Newark and off we went. We found the first mark across the street and almost in front of Bad Lay’s old pad.

On! On!
Trail we nt behind the Boston Market chicken place, but we stopped for no chicken. Then it curbed up Welsh Tract Rd where we found a check by the Belavista Condos. Bad Lay who disappeared earlier than reappeared guessed the right general direction of trail but those who followed could find no marks, because they were placed in the most obvious of places. The Hare caught up to us and the pack was back together again. Through some shiggy we went and then out to Folk Park where Skidmarks and Bad Lay ran right passed the big old BN on the picnic table without seeing it because of course it was too obvious. The rest of the pack caught up and called back the FRB’s and we enjoyed a jar of heavily pulped orange juice and gin, which is a staple of any Thfkas trail. After we passed the jar around a couple of times some hashers began to wonder what large fuzzy chunky forms in the beverage were there after we opened the jar.

On! On!
The hare pointed us towards Chestnut Hill Rd and on our mary fucking way we went. Out onto the road and into the neighborhood, by that swimming club, the trail led. It took a right at a wood path and led to a check. There was a false20straight ahead, and the way we came from was roughly to the right, so of course true trail involved crossing the raging river to the left. MFP, Devil Woman, and Bad Lay decided to skip it all, back track to a bridge and crawl through an extra amount of shiggy to get to the next beer stop in the brush across the creek. We enjoyed for the first time in awhile, Honey Brown Lager of all things. Crash Test Dummy made sure to cleanse the top of each beer can with his tongue before hand.

On! On!
We followed trail in the rain though the brush to a sewer pipe crossing that seemed more dangerous than a creek crossing so thus the pack decided to skip that.

On! On!
Out behind the Newark industrial complex we were and cutting back to the woods and another sewer pipe crossing that we all decided to take this time.

On! On!
Out onto Route 4/ Christiana Parkway, and back into the woods of Rittenhouse where we found the On! In! at an old favorite pavilion used in many Blue Hen Hashes of Yor. Thfkas ran back to his car during the 5 minutes it wasn’t raining to grab the beer and make sure this hash wouldn’t be a big bore.

We circled up with our new RA, who had to use our former RA as a crutch cause I guess he forgot to bring his pen and paper that he always uses to run circles at that other hash in the area. We did down downs out of disposable shot glasses and nobody cared because basically we were once again way more drunk than we planned on being that early in the day. Bad Thfkas! Bad!!!

So, MFP got first in. Wickwacker drank for being a visitor, nobody20drank for hashes interruptus, the three fathers of the group drank for that, several hashers bared their genatallia for all to see, and yadda, yadda, yadda, we all had to be some where else after another blue hen trail that was of course shitty.

Stay Tuned for the next Blue Hen Hash, probabally hared by MFP, probabally the second or third weekend of July.

On! On!
MFP

More on the 6/20 hash

2009-06-19T22:17:00.001-04:00

Few new details.
Kid friendly: not really, but the checks can take kids.
Dogs: probably ok
Dry Bag: might be a good idea
Oh and I hope the RA is doing his job and holding off the rain...

Oh and bug spray would be a good idea

-thfkas

hash on 6/20

2009-06-14T22:17:00.001-04:00

What: BH4 hash
Where: 896 & 4 park and ride
When: 6/20/2009 2:00pm hst (yes saturday)
Hare: thfkas
$$$: 5 as usual
Kids/dogs/etc: info to follow
-cpd

Future hashes

2009-06-01T17:52:00.000-04:00

a plan
a plan boss a plan

Future hashes:

June 21 (or maybe the 20th): Vaselline Alley
July 18: MFPoppins
Aug 23: THFKAS
Sep: OPEN
Oct: FukStick.

more details to come

Hash details: May 31st

2009-05-30T17:22:00.001-04:00

Now, with enhanced location details!
What: Hash
When: Sunday, May 31, 2:00 pm
Where: Glasgow Park, 3rd parking area. Directions below.
Who: You, me, and beer.
Why: You and beer.
How: Beer.
Hash cash: $5

Glasgow Park is at the corner of 896 and 40.

From Newark, head south on 896. Turn left onto 40. Go through one light,
then U-turn just in front of M&M Flooring (largish building on the left).
Turn right into park entrance. Park at the 3rd parking area.

To get there, drive through the first parking area at the entrance and follow the main road back and around to the left. Pass the 2nd parking area on the
left with the playsets. Park in the next lot on the left, next to the
fenced-in blacktop areas.

Turkey Baster

Hash on May 31st

2009-05-18T07:29:00.001-04:00

What: Hash
When: Sunday, May 31, 2:00 pm
Where: Don't know yet.
Who: Me.
Why: You and beer.
How: Beer.

-Turkey Baster

AGM write up

2009-04-06T20:00:00.000-04:00

So, I got really drunk on Sunday, April the 5th, 2009 AD. But, unfortunately, not drunk enough. So I still remember a little bit of the debacle that was the Blue Hen 2009 AGM.

So around April 1st or 2nd there goes out an announcement about there being a hash starting at Salem Village Square shopping center at 3pm Sunday April 5th. And for about 30-40 minutes there were 20 something people there expecting to go on a Blue Hen Hash that day. Whether or not there was a Blue Hen Hash, you, dear readers, please decide…

Hashers Present:

Title 18 Bitchard
Thfkas STD
Toxic Waste Mounts Me
Troma Queen Bad Lay
Death Wish
Devil Woman
Yeast of Burden Crash Test Dummy
Reach Around (Who got renamed that Day)
Skid Marks
Just Nina (Who got a name that day)
Vaseline Alley
Turkey Bayster Radar
Sand in Strange Places
S + M Man
Mary Fucking Poppins Cleavage to Beaver
Sister Golden Shower
Just Lauren
Beardless Clam

And a couple other people whose names I forgot. But they were all expecting a Blue Hen trail.

About 3:39pm, the Hare Fuk Stik, and another hare, Don Quixote, pull up in the VW bus, to live hare a trail. They had two other Pittsburgh Hashers, Pelvis Chestly and Don
Quixote, live haring the second half. So in this case, 4 hares equaled over 4 times the usual trail length. We give them a 10 minute start, and……..

On! On!
We find trail at Christiana High. We find a check. About an hour later, one of us, Title 18 was able to finally see the marks and found what direction we were supposed to go in.

On! On!
Trail goes about across Salem Church Rd and thru the high tension power lines, and possibly into the woods or into the neighborhood called Gender Woods, it was hard to tell because we had several back checks that completely contradicted each other. Skidmarks breaks out in front of the pack, and eventually gets to the beer stop first. –About an hour or two later. Bad Lay and Crash Test Dummy also disappear, but sniff out part of the trail and follow it backwards to the beer stop.-About 2 or 3 hours later. Radar rides around on his mountain bike and picks up trail somewhere- ditto.

On! On!
Most of the pack follows trail thru Gender Woods neighborhood, and then into the woods behind Gender Woods. The troll of Gender Woods, A Hockessin Hasher named Whickwacker, steps out into his backyard and screams, “Why are you people disturbing my woods?!!” The trail continued thru woods, thorns, and swamp, about 5 or 6 miles of it. Then we reach a clearing, and find ourselves in the middle of Todd Estates 2 and out on
Route 4.

On! On!
We go back in forth across Rt. 4 trying to make sense out of the next back check, until we find true trail that leads us to another back check. 3 or 4 hashers decide 7 miles was enough trail to have without a beer stop, wah! And so they head back to point A, where convieniently there was a bar that was open.

On! On!
Devil Woman and Yeast of Burden, find the true trail going thru Chestnut Hill Estates, and, amazingly!!, over half the pack is able to follow. Down Old Ogle Town Rd we go, under the Amtrak Bridge, across the drainage pond, under a tunnel under the Amtrak Bridge, and finally!!! A fucking beer stop. There thus ends the first part of trail with Fuk Stik and Don Quixote, and a whole lot of beer. Pelvis Chestly and Hung Like this are off haring the second half of the trail, and thus we followed.

On! On!
Trail went on White Clay Creek, behind the Avon Plant, into Harmony Industrial Park, into the neighborhood Harmony Woods, than Dartmouth Woods, then blah, blah, blah ….
I know you guys don’t care, I’ll get to the good stuff soon. Most of us met back at the shopping center and drove to Jaime AKA Food Bitch’s house for the On In.

So we circle up, penalties, awards and all that Jazz. Here’s what I remember….

Reach Around, ran around on trail the whole day with a backpack full of fruity bi
tch drinks, cause he can’t handle real beer. It was that backpack that he wore like a fanny pack, so he was thus renamed: Juicy Fruity Backside Booty.

Just Nina, revealed some type of embarrassing personal secret to somebody, and got named: Wookie Patch. Whatever that means, whatever it is, I haven’t seen it……yet.

And, of course, there were our elections. Here are the results:

Hash Cash: Re-elected for a third consecutive term, Toxic Waste!!!, Because he can count, sort of, and because nobody else wants it.

Hash Harlot: Re-elected for a second consecutive term, Beardless Clam!! Because nobody’s been a better Hash Harlot than BC, and if anybody else tried grabbing my ass like that, I would probably hit them.

Religious Advisor: Elected for the first time at Blue Hen, Skidmarks!!! Because he finally gave up the pen and paper he was using to run circles at the Hockessin Hash. And, since he’s finally about to complete his PHD at U of D and move away in a few months, he defiantly fits in at the Blue Hen Hash.

Hare Razors: There are two now. Vaseline Alley!! and Thfkas!! Because it takes more than the efforts of one to get this hash going again, and those two literally have put in a lot of time and dedication for this group.

GM: We decided we needed to choose some younger blood this time. Turkey Bayster!!!
Because the tall, dark, and apparently s
ingle one, has nothing better to do than be the GM of Blue Hen.

Hash Trash: While I was not elected hash trash, nobody else was either, and therefore there’s nothing any of you can do to stop me, except remember to write it before I do. So, Ha!! Your still stuck with the loud-mouthed Mary Fucking Poppins!!!

And what else happened? Um, Toxic Waste drank a whole bottle of Gold Schlager Peppermint Snapps and once again lived up to his name. Skidmarks had his underoos ripped to shreds by several hashers, and I unfortunately got a glimpse of his bare white ass. A couple of other people got semi naked and re-enacted a gangbang on Pelvis Chestly. All of this, in Food Bitch’s backyard, and, in plain sight of two ten year old girls who were playing in a tree house next door. Some of us met up later at the good Ole’ East End Café, where we partied on some more, and then from there to Fuk Stik’s hotel room, at the Super 8 Motel where we partied on some more. What can I say? Some people needed to take Monday off from work.

All in All it was another shitty, but very memorable, freaking trail!!!!!!

Stay Tuned for the Next Blue Hen Hash hopefully sometime in the next month or two.

On ! On!

MFP

AGM hash 4/5!!!!!!!!!

2009-03-31T21:05:00.001-04:00

Alright, 3 pm it is.

What: Blue Hen Hash House Harriers AGM
Hare: Fuk Stik (GM Emeritus) and his merry band of Pittsburgh Hashers
Where: Salem Village Square, Newark, DE 19713
When: Sunday, April 5th, 2009
Time: 3 pm
Directions: Mapquest or gmap to 22 Salem Village Square, Newark, DE 19713
Hash Cash: $5
Dog Friendly: Yes
Baby Friendly: Have you met us???

Details:
Come to the Blue Hen H3 AGM run, held in NewArk, DE. Expect running, drinking, singing, more drinking, more singing, some staggering, and your usual Blue Hen madness. Plus, the added bonus of a full Pittsburgh H3 assault crew, brining beer and singing songs. It'll be worth your while.

St patty's hash

2009-03-11T20:40:00.001-04:00

For those of you who don't wait a week to open this e-mail up;

What?!! The Blue Hen St. Patty's Day Hash

Who? Toxic Waste and MFP

Where? Norma B. Handloff Park (formerly Barksdale Park) on Barkstale Rd. near crossing with Casho Mill Rd. Newark, De 19711

When? Saturday March 14th, 2009 AD, 2pm HST

Why? Because there's supposed to be a BH4 St. Patty's day hash every year.

There will be food, trail, and more than one beer stop.

Hash Cash? $5 for "our people" $10 bucks for visitors. In this case to qualify as "our people" you either A) First started hashing with us B) Hold an office at this hash or C) Have hared a trail for us recently. - So you're in, Bitchard!

AGM??!!! Yes, AGM in April

2009-02-22T19:53:00.003-05:00

The 5th it is!

The Blue Hen AGM will officially be held on April 5th at 2 pm.

Location to be announced.

Hared by the one and only, Fuk Stick
(let us know if you need crash space)

ONON

Hangover Hash write up

2009-01-03T09:24:00.001-05:00

So we had a hash, yet again, on Thursday the 1st of January 2009.

Hashers Present:

Troma Queen Mounts Me
Just Silver Just Mark
Ichy and Scratchy Pedalfile
Hung Like Pinky Piss Cycle
Sand in Strange Places Mathematical Impossibility
Just Margeret I'll Forget Your Name in the Mourning
Thfkas Mary Fucking Poppins
Lickitandstickit Gives it Away
Pickle Dick Gives it Away's Husband, daughter and daughters friend
Some new guy in a "Got Junk" car whose name I don't remember
3 or 4 dogs

Toxic Waste was the hare.

So the slobbering pack met up at Leroy C. Hill park at 2:00 HST for the annual Blue Hen New Years day hang over hash in honor of He Needed the Money. Of course the man of the hour was too hung over this year to make it to his own hash. The hare was in shock that more than four people showed up, and in a panic had to call up friends to make sure their was enough to drink for everybody. The chalk talk was done and On! On!..................

The first BN mark was laid right in front of us. We enjoyed of spiked apple cider, though truthfully I couldn't taste the alcohol in it. Damn! that must of been a great mixer. The hare pointed in the direction of the next mark, and On! On! Down Casho Mill Rd we went. A couple of real stupid hashers started running for a second , then thought better of it.

On! On!
We took a left into Cherry Hill, and then eventually another left onto Rockmoss lane, and to almost everyone's surprise, because most of the pack this year had never been to one of his parties before, we had our next beverage stop on the driveway of He Needed the Money's house. We downed shots of butterscotch snapps in blue cups in honor of the man of honor, who was still too hung over to come out and say hi, or at least point a shotgun at the pack and chase us all off his property, cause this year he decided not to have a party. Fortunately we all left before his neighbors called the cops on him again.

On! On!
Down the end of Rock Moss Lane we traversed and out of Cherry Hill went, crawling and stumbling to the bewildering of many residents, who hadn't witnessed a Blue Hen Hash in many moons.

On! On!
We slowly made our way up Barksdale Rd and into Country hills. Our way was not impeded this year by those silly check marks that most hashes have to send those stupid fast people the wrong way. Up a few more hills and we found our On! In! on the back patio of Toxic Waste and Troma Queens house. The hare was able to provide us with a 30 pack of almost completely frozen, PBR, that was left over from last years New Years Day party. Thfkas had to once again be reminded that he was still RA. We circled up and attempted to sing hash songs. Penalties and Awards were given out. Toxic Waste went down to Pappa Johns to pick up some pizza, 3 or 4 of which got turned into stromboli when he dropped them on the way to his car.

All in All it was another Shitty Trail!

Stay tuned for the next Blue Hen hash possibly hared by somebody somewhere in the next 6 months.

On! On!

MFP

updated new years hash

2008-12-29T18:25:00.001-05:00

NEW START POINT!!!!

And yes it is baby/dog friendly.

Well we find our selves at the end of one year and the beginning of another.

AND SO WE HASH!!!!!

Presenting the First (and hopefully last) He needed the Money's Hangover appreciation memorial hash.

Where: Ball field at corner of Cashio mill and Barksdale rd
When : Jan 1
Time : 2 Pm
Who : Toxic Waste
Why : No one should be alone after this tragedy.

New Year's Hash

2008-12-25T20:36:00.001-05:00

Well we find our selves at the end of one year and the beginning of another.

AND SO WE HASH!!!!!

Presenting the First (and hopefully last) He needed the Money's Hangover appreciation memorial hash.

Where: Office complex at corner of Cashio mill and Elkton rd
When : Jan 1
Time : 2 Pm
Who : Toxic Waste
Why : No one should be alone after this tragedy.

hash write up

2008-11-18T22:46:00.001-05:00

So the hash was to be in Middletown, and naturally the pack was to
gather at Pencader Plaza in Newark. But first, transpo had to be
arranged for visiting hasher Yorky Porky, stuck in housing for the
criminally insane, otherwise known as the Marriott in Wilmington, a
place to be somebody (where the somebody is criminally insane). Having
sent the Hare to Wilmington to gather (apparently in lieu of setting
trail) the vagabond hasher, the hare returned to Pencader to pick up
hobbling John, coordinate with others of the pack, and soon arrived in
Middletown at the scene of a new running store that honors hashers with
foot stickers on the front and hash paraphenalia inside. Even Crash
Test Dummy was welcome within, if even only to be shown the back door,
where Hare Vasoline Alley was joined by the rest of the slobbering pack,
LikNstik, Butthead, Hanna Job, Dirty Wet Pussy, and the formerly
mentioned Yorky Porky and stumbling John, and of course, Crash Test. We
then went out front, to a prominent location at the corners of Rte's 299
and 71, and across from two of the finer officers in parked cars, one
unmarked, who of course were consuming donuts and coffee with windows
open and whilst immersed in conversation, and we had chalk talk. Alas,
there was no chalk for sample marks at the chalk talk, and we quickly
gathered as we set on "trail" such lack of chalk was fully appropriate,
as said marks on trail matched in every way those of the chalk talk
circle, and any citings or sightings were truly the result of the
imagination of the pack rather than of deliberate action of the hare.
Fortunately, BH had committed the grand crime of cell phone on trail,
and after several mis-directions and calls, we eventually found "trail"
near Silver Lake Park. Eventually we crossed 299 and found stumbling
john with hare and beer. We drank, kicked hare out who promised marks
for the balance of trail, and drank some more. Then we progressed,
found two on marks, a check, a false, and no other marks, whence we
propositioned several corner standers, each of whom assured me they had
seen no flour or chalk, and suggested I turn in to the local chapter for
the Hour of Power, where many locals were enroute. Lacking energy for
an hour of power, and feeling thirst set in, the pack joined me in
evacuating towards Rte 71, though LikNStik, comfortable in her
surroundings and her Santa Claus suite, needed extra coaxing along lest
she exchange gifts with the locals. Soon, we found our way back to the
alley leading behind the runner's store, found owner Just Tina, and
toasted the hares with special offerings from the select beers VA had
arranged for us, none of which were recognizable to any of the pack.
Much beer was consumed, and soon a Pacifica and (ooops) Hanna Jobs
corral joined us. We then commenced to the nearest pub, North Street
bar, but dismayed at food quality and service, we took leave early and
commenced to the Sandbar, where Gary (formerly of East End), and Doug
and Chris of Margherita's joined in our frivolity. And a good time was
had by all.
Other items of note: Yorky Porky was returned to his Wilmington
lodgings by yours truly.
Devil Woman, whilst in Middletown, declined to hash as she was well
engaged in preparing a class presentation, a marathon far exceeding the
summed efforts of the hashers of the day. For competitive behavior she
surely earned a down down at next circle.

My apologies for omissions and emissions, reported just as I experienced
it.

On on,

Butthead.

Hash 11/16

2008-11-12T22:56:00.001-05:00

on on hashers,

Just a reminder that there will be a hash this Sunday, Nov. 16th, at 3pm.

Guess what??? Hash cash will be only TWO DOLLARS for this one!!!
Vaseline got the beer for cheap so he's passing the savings on to you...

Start point will be 3 E Main St, MIDDLETOWN, Del. 19709, 3:00PM Hash standard time, (3:10 more likely in real time)
dog friendly-- probably
baby friendly-- accomodations will be made
officer friendly-- if he wants to hash, he can come, too.

Vaseline Alley will offer a car pool from his house or the BJ's across the street (more parking there) for those unfamiliar with or unwilling to drive to Middletown.

on out.
V.A.

Halloween Hash Update: 10/25

2008-10-24T18:44:00.001-04:00

What: Blue Hen Anniversary 16th anniversary Hash

Where: 302 Capitol Trail, Newark, DE (Beeper's House of Horrors)

When: Saturday, October 25, 2008 at 3:00pm

Who: Devil Woman and Beeper

Note: There will be a Prize for best costume and other Halloweenie surprises!!

D'erections:
>From I-95: Exit at Rt. 273 W towards Newark.
Follow 273 to Rt. 72/Capitol Trail/Kirkwood Hwy/Rt. 2 (turn right at the traffic light at the Toyota Dealer)
Go under the train trestle to the next traffic light and turn right onto Woodlawn Ave.
Go to the second street, Orchard, and turn left.
Look for hash marks, park, and enter Beeper's House of Horrors .... (insert evil laugh here)

16th An. Hash/Halloween Costume Hash

2008-10-20T20:26:00.001-04:00

Here Ye! Here Ye!

After confiring with Devil Woman and our esteemed GM Butthead/ BadLay - The lord and master of all Delaware Hashers, it has been decided that, the Halloween Hash next week will also be the Blue Hen 16th anniversary, and the Delaware Interhash. It will start about 3pm, Saturday October 26th in Newark. Costume Friendly. Stay tuned for further details.

I greatly apologize if this does not give everyone enough notice to find something better to do on that day.

On! On!

MFP

pictorial hash write up

2008-08-19T21:27:00.002-04:00

http://www.photoshow.com/watch/Wm3kT6nY

hash write up

2008-08-19T07:24:00.001-04:00

So we had yet another hash on Sunday, August the 17th, 2008 A.D. Our 9th, I believe, of this year.

We had: Many beer stops, and again, much running. We also had a New Boot, an appearance by our GM Emeritus, an appearance by our current GM, yet another run in with law enforcement, lots of dogs urinating on people, and lots of Chinese food- hopefully without any dogs in it, though I did notice it got into some dogs.

Hashers Present: in no particular order

Devil Woman
Pelvis Chestly
Happy Ending
STD
Thunder Thighs
Turkey Baster
Toxic Shock (Not to be confused with Toxic Waste, who had to watch the kid that day)
Dead Head
Just Karen (Our New Boot)
Just Peter (A recent former New Boot)
And many, many others (For Real!), Including;

Butthead/Badlay Dancing Fool
Death Wish Mary Fucking Poppins
Yeast of Burden Crash Test Dummy
Fuk Stik Snip and Tuck (From Philly)
Bitchard Butt-Light
Slut Master Digital Dick

Bitchard and Thunder Thighs were da hares.

So….. The slobbering pack met out front of Bitchards and TT’s place on 3 Wayne Drive in Belfont, or Bellview or whatever the fuck that place in North Wilmington is called at about 2:pm HST. Before we left for trail got to pour down some Canadian and British brews, in honor of Britain winning three Gold Medals in the Olympics, and Canada winning none. Our GM Emeritus and current GM, accompanied by their partners in crime and a dog, arrived just as we were done the chalk talk. And off and up Carr Rd. we went.

On! On!
The trail went into Bellview industrial park, and then into Bellview actual Park. The hares ignored the three marks in a certain direction being the true trail rule, and many members of the pack got their exercise for the week in by running miles and miles up hills in the wrong direction.

On! On!
Trail eventually led to good ole’ Governor Prince Boulevard and across the road we found……….

State Park Rangers, Oh fucking great! The state of Delaware, in its great wisdom, recently decided to give that toxic swampland under the Railroad Bridge and along the Delaware River the honor of being a part of state park land. We didn’t get to much of a hassle from them, they were just wondering why Happy Ending’s Subaru Outback was parked on the side of20the Blvd. Fortunately, Thunder Thighs had already grabbed the beer out of the car and hid in the bushes under the over pass bridge, and out of site of Delaware’s finest. So we got to enjoy our first Beer Near unintterputus.

On! On!
We went under an Amtrak bridge and then we continued along following trail through the wetlands, fortunately it wasn’t high tide. We enjoyed climbing over rocks, many felled trees and many piles of used condoms and empty beer cans. Thank God it wasn’t long before we found some non-empty beer containers. We had us some pony size bottles of Rolling Rock at the Second Beer stop on the scenic Delaware River. The hare pointed us to a check back, which sent us back to the last check back across Governor Prince. We stopped for a third beer at the same place we stopped for the first. Somewhere around this time, Butthead/Bad Lay and some other people got pissed on by a couple of Dogs, so I heard.

On! On!
Trail went down the Blvd, and then up a street that was up a hill, a very big hill. Fuk Stik disappeared following a false trail, and about half the pack either short cut or jumped into Happy Endings car and went back to the hares place. –Good God people! It’s not like the trail was that long, at least not for a Bitchard Trail.

On! On!
Trail went across a road, and into the woods, and up another hill, and past a lake.

On! On!
The woods led back to Belview Industrial Park, its a miracle nobody had followed that leg of the trail backwards at the beginning of the hash.

On! On!
We trespassed through a few yards of Bitchard’s neighbors, and came back to point A, which was also point B, where we found Dancing Fool, Fuk Stik and a half a dozen other short cutters and auto hashers.

After about an hour we remembered to circle up with a very Rusty Butthead as RA. Since the hares refused to buy any shit beer for the hash we were forced to use refreshingly cold Bass Ale for the down downs. That is, until Dancing Fool provided us some piss warm Keystone Light that he probably found down by the railroad tracks somewhere.
Penalties and rewards were laid out, songs were sung.

MFP got it for first blood, Fuk Stik got it for first in, Just Karen got it for being a new boot, and I got20too drunk to remember who got what for what after that. A sickly looking, auto-hashing, Digital Dick made it to circle in time. But not too sick to drink beer with us- Ha! A seemingly confused or very drunk Butthead, seemed to forget he was running circle, and got pissed on by his dog again. So Fuck Stik took over.

After circle, Bitchard and Thunder Thighs ordered us a whole bunch of Chinese Food, and picked up a case of New Castle’s finest Brown Ale- That’s New Castle, UK – not New Castle, DE, folks. And a great On After was had. It was way better than BH4 deserves. But still, I have to say…………………….

All and All

It was another Shitty Trail!

Stay Tuned for the Next possible Blue Hen Hash possibly hared by Squats on Request possibly around Newark somewhere possibly this coming weekend or the next.

On! On!
MFP

Hash on the Sunday, August 17

2008-08-11T19:02:00.000-04:00

There will be a BH4 hash this weekend. It's in North Wilmington, hared by
ThunderThings & Bitchard, starting at 2pm hash time on Sunday. It will
start and end at Chez Nous, so that would be a good place to park.
Directions to Chez Nous: From I95 heading north, take the Marsh Road/exit
#9. Keep left at the fork onto Carr Rd North, and immediately cross the
lights at Marsh Rd. You should be following Bellevue State Park signs. Do
not re-enter I95, but keep right on Carr Rd, driving 0.9 miles, past the
State Park entrance and two corporate centers, all on your right, until you
come to the first road on the right, Wayne Dr. Park at #3, which is the
first house on your left (but Wayne Dr is a D, so if you take the second
Wayne Dr, we're the last house on the right!).
>From I95 heading south from Philly, at the PA/DE state line keep on I95 (not
I495 please!) for a couple of miles until the first exit, #9, marked Marsh
Rd, Rte 3. At the end of the ramp, turn left (South) at the light on Marsh
Rd, go under I95, and immediately turn left again at the next light onto
Carr Rd, and go 0.9 miles as above.
Any problems, call Thunder on 302-373-4121 or Bitchard on 302-690-9442.
On On!

Hash Write Up

2008-08-04T22:06:00.001-04:00

So we had a hash on Sunday, August the 3rd, 2008 AD.

We had 3 drink stops, a birthday, lots of running, lots of pizza, and lots of people accidentally locking themselves in the bathroom. Oddly enough, there wasn’t lots of whining. Oh wait! This wasn’t a Hockessin Hash, - that would explain it.

Hashers Present:

Weird Al
Mary Fucking Poppins
Skidmarks
Panic Button
0A
Gomez
Bitchard
Thunder Thighs
Beardless Clam- the hare
And many, many others.

The Slobbering pack met up on the front porch of BC’s place on the corner of Trites and Garfield Avenue in Ye’ ole historic Norwood, PA. We enjoyed a few cold Pennsylvania Ales, 10 bucks for a 30 pack- I heard, in the shade for a while, thinking that maybe our GM might so up, before embarking on Blue Hen’s most recent Shitty trail. The hare points us in the direction of the first mark, made by bouncing a flour covered tennis ball, and were off by about 2:41 real time, 2:15 HST.

On! On!
We run down the street, and around the corner and around another corner. We all run past a check and a false cleverly placed. In fact, so cleverly placed that none of us sees it until we backtrack to the last mark after losing trail. Skidmarks and Panic Button keep going the wrong way until they find true trail again, something they did pretty much during the entire hash- clever bastards. Eventually the other 5 of us, are able to find the marks which eventually lead to a BN and a Nissian Exterra, with our hare, and a cooler full of Pennsylvania’s finest brew. We drank our beers by a park that is referred to by the locals as “The Hollow” for some reason. We were entertained by a band that was practicing in their garage near by, with the garage door opened. The slobbering pack took turns kicking a soccer ball around. The hare points to the next mark that is down the hill.

On! On!
We follow trail down the hill, which then takes a turn back up the hill and right back up by where we were drinking beers a few minutes earlier.
=0 A

On! On!
We go past the park and down a road and then down a path that goes past a creek. We encounter a check back 4, and then go back up the rd in the direction we were running just a minute before. The hare is a clever bastard, or in this case a clever tramp.

On! On!
Trail goes through a high school parking lot and thru the back of the high school campus until it leads us down a hill to a place called Ridely Lake, which looks more like a river, for our next BN stop. This time we get to enjoy some pre-made frozen Hurricanes, with the spoons provided, as we watched a few dozen locals hopelessly trying to catch a fish in that place.

On! On!
We follow trail down a bike path, then go up a few hills, over a few bridges, and around a few corners. Skidmarks and Panic Button go the wrong way, again, for a while until they find the trail again and get way ahead of the rest of the pack. Weird Al disappears for a while, then re-appears at the 3rd beer near at a place called Prospect Park. We hung out by a table that old guys use to play checkers on; we had enough old guys with us to make use of it.

On! On!
We go down another street and around another corner. Somebody mooned somebody and somebody flashed somebody. Skidmarks and Panic Button lead the pack the wrong way again and then pick up true trail again. Weird Al disappears somewhere to get his motorcycle.

On! On!
Some hashers follow the true trail to the obvious On In! and some hashers follow the obvious route to the obvious On! In! MFP is first in of the people who continued to follow trail. Bitchard limped his way to the finish and got to be, for the first time in his hash career- as far as I know, DFL. Damn! Getting Old sucks! We circled on BC’s front porch.

Beardless Clam, our Hash Harlot, had to do a down-down for being the only BH4 officer to actually hare a trail this year when scheduled. MFP had to drink for being first in, Weird Al for auto-hashing, Skidmarks and Panic Button for Short Cutting, and Bitchard for being Dead Fucking Last. Gomez, Panic Button, and BC had to drink for being the only Pennsylvania residents who went on a hash based in Delaware that took place in Pennsylvania. Bitchard and MFP had to drink because MFP had thought he heard Bitchard make an announcement on the radio earlier this week. Bitchard had to drink again because it was his birthday.

At the On In we enjoyed veggies and dip, crackers and cheese, several varieties of pizza, ice cream cake,-in honour of Bitchard’s Birthday, and of course, more beer. At some point BC’s lighter disappeared, an investigation is ongoing, and several people accidentally got themselves stuck in her bathroom. BC claimed this was due to an error in carpentry by her father, and not our own stupidity- How sweet of her.

All in All it was another Shitty Trail.

So my dear readers, all 2 or 3 of you………………………………………

Stay tuned for the next possibly Blue Hen Hash, possibly hared by Bitchard and Thunderthighs, possibly on Sunday, August 17th, possibly in North Wilmington. And possibly for a Blue Hen Hash possibly after that, possibly hared by Squats on Request with possible help by Thfkas, possibly around Newark somewher e.

On! On!
MFP

Remember, Hash on Sunday

2008-08-01T20:20:00.001-04:00

Hey Blue Henners,

Just a reminder, We are still having a hash this Sunday, I think, at 2pm, at 240 Garfield Ave Norwood Pa 19074.

If anybody who still likes to hash that lives the Newark Area wants to carpoole up there, let me know soon, I think its about a 45 minute drive from here.

directions: 95n exit 9b take 420 right at 2nd light onto Chester pike(rt 13) 3rd light make a left onto Amosland rd go over train bridge 1st street past Interboro high school make a right onto Trites ave 3rd stop sign is Garfield ave house is on the corner on the right
park on the street or in the driveway if there is room :)

Oh yeah, this is BC's first time haring solo for us, so lets make sure not to take it easy on her.

On! On!

MFP

Hash Aug 3rd

2008-07-25T10:37:00.001-04:00

who: Beardless Clam
when: Sunday Aug.3, 2008 2pm
where: my house 240 Garfield Ave Norwood Pa 19074
why: thats the date they gave me and there's nothing better to do plus there is another hash on saturday in this area
how much: $5

directions: 95n exit 9b take 420 right at 2nd light onto Chester pike(rt 13) 3rd light make a left onto Amosland rd go over train bridge 1st street past Interboro high school make a right onto Trites ave 3rd stop sign is Garfield ave my house is on the corner on the right
park on the street or in the driveway if there is room :)

Saturday

2008-07-17T20:35:00.000-04:00

Hey Blue Henners,

Skidmarks is hosting a Bar-Mitzphah in honor of Just Nina, whose hashed with us a few times before, coming of age- whatever age that is.

The pub crawl starts at the East End at 7pm, this Saturday July 19th.

Hash Write Up

2008-07-15T10:06:00.001-04:00

So we had a hash, on Sunday July the 13th, 2008 AD

It was a true Blue Hen disaster, I mean Hash, with railroad tracks, double secret beverage stops, people showing up hours late, and the cops called on us……again.

Hashers Present: (Or who made an appearance before, during, or shortly after the hash)

Fuk Stik Spandox
Title 18 I’ll Forget Your Name in the Mourning
Butthead/Bad Lay I’ll Respect You in the Mourning
Devil Woman Thfkas
Crash Test Dummy Sand in Strange Places
Ma ry Fucking Poppins He Needed the Money
Dazed and Confused Tammy (Whose hash name I forgot)

So the slobbering pack met at Leroy Hill Park around 2pm HST. Dazed and Confused, who is relatively new to BH4, and who didn’t realize that its normal at a Blue Hen Hash for nobody to be there on time, thought he might have been at the wrong park and started to leave the parking lot at 2:05. Fortunately Fuk Stik and MFP saw him in time and waved him back.

We were then joined by Thkfas and I’ll Respect You, who20were too burned out and overwhelmed with household chores to go on trail, but had a couple minutes to hang out.

Then arrived Butthead, Devil Woman and Crash test Dummy.

Then the last to arrive at least at the start of Trail, totally burnt out from his bachelor party the night before and on an empty stomach, was the man of the hour Title 18. Somehow he was able to make it out, but most of you turds couldn’t. Ha! So there was more beer for the rest of us.

On! On!
The slobbering pack set out towards the direction of Barksdale Park for another trail hared by MFP. Looked like trail was gonna go straight to He Needed the Money’s House, but it took a sharp right into Barksdale Park. MFP scooted off to man the first Be er Check. Butthead and Crash test Dummy went off trail as usual and somehow managed to find another leg of it, and therefore somehow managed to get to the first beer stop about a half hour before everybody else did.

The rest of the pack actually followed the whole trail, checked out all the checks and falses, got delayed on the railroad tracks by a CSX inspector, and stopped by Spandox’s place on Madison, where the trail went by. They had a double secret Tequila Shot and Pop Tart Check. As Butthead and MFP were about to leave to find everybody else, the rest of the pack arrived at the first planned drink stop in front of 51 Thorn Lane. We enjoyed some cold brews and water for a while in the shade before heading off for the rest of this shitty trail.

On! On!
On this hot summer day, we went down to the end of Thorne Lane, and onto Good Ole’ Elkton Rd. And then onto the good Ole’ Mason Dixon Trail. Dazed and Confused and Devil Woman followed a False trail, which eventually led back to the true trail, and got to the next beer near before everybody else.- Of course they couldn’t find where the beer was.- If you hide it good enough for high school kids not to find it- You know hashers won’t. We enjoyed some more brews under the railroad bridge-played games with the rope that was hanging there. Crash test Dummy took a couple of swims in the Creek.

On! On!
We followed the trail some more until we got out to Barksdale Rd, then went into Cherry Hill, for where the obvious On In was gonna be, obvious to everybody other than Dazed and Confused,- because he’s only hashed with us one other time before. Butthead went the wrong way again, but caught up with us later. Fuk Stik and Title 18, and everybody else decided to hang out with He Needed the Money’s next door neighbor for about hour, talking about Volkswagens and such in an effort to keep him from calling the cops on us again- This didn’t pay off.

On! On!
We arrived at He Needed the Moneys place. Sand In Strange Places, who happens to live there, got out of bed in time for circle, and for the pizza, and for the cops.

Yep that’s right, even though we had a barely ten minute long circle- with about 7 people- at moderate volume- before 6pm- we managed to get the cops called on us again!
We got off with another meaningless warning, since it was before noise ordinance hours and there was no one under 30 drinking there. Case in point- lets never end a hash at He Needed the Money’s place again, at least not when U of D is out of session, cause Newark’s finest got nothing better to do.

Dazed and Confused got a down- down for being first in. Sand in strange Places got a down-down, for well- he wasn’t exactly an auto hasher. MFP, Fuk Stik and Butthead got down-downs for being GM’s or Former GM’s. Fuk Stik awarded yours truly with the official Blue Hen mug in appreciation for going above and beyond to keep this hash alive for a little while longer. (Actually, I think Thfkas deserves that way more than me- but since I got it. I’m keeping it).

Hashes, Yep, hashes are not meant to be taken too seriously. Hashes should not be taken too seriously. But you need to have a few morons who take it a little bit seriously some of the time or else we wouldn’t have any.

Later on, He Needed the Money got out of bed and joined us. Then I’ll Forget Your Name in the Mourning and Mathematical Impossibility showed up. Then Just Tammy (Title 18’s bride to be-whose hash name I forgot) came by A merry good time was had.

But all in all,………..

It was another damn shitty trail!!!!

Stay tuned for the next possibly Blue Hen trail possibly hared by I’ll Forget Your Name in the Mourning, possibly a couple of weeks from now. And for a pub-crawl hosted by Skidmarks starting at the East End Café on Saturday, July 19th at 7pm.

On! On!
MFP