Hare raising

Hey Blue Henners,

Our new GM claims that I am now the elected Hare Razor. I don't remember being elected, just like I wasn't elected hash trash. I think I just remember stepping in circle demanding that certain persons hare trail.

Anyhow, in a few weeks, I was thinking about writing up a schedule for alternating Saturday's starting in May, unless someone's got a better idea. After the summer If we still feel up to it, maybe we can go back to Sunday's or Friday's or that 26th of the month thing or whatever. Yeah right!, your thinking, a schedule, that dorky thing those other dorky hash groups have. Get back to me, if there's a time you want to hare trail. If not, Good!, then I can still put you on the schedule anyway, whenever I deem it appropriate. HA!

On! On!

MFP

AGM writeup

So..... We had a hash on Sunday April the 6th 2008 that was to be our AGM

Hashers Present:

Thfkas
Toxic Waste
Skidmarks
I'll Forget Your Name in the Mourning
I'll Respect You In the Mourning
Troma Queen
Mary Fucking Poppins
Gives It Away (With her Dog Peanut)
Butthead/Bad Lay
Devil Woman (With Crash Test Dummy)
Beardless Clam
He Needed the Money
Panic Button (From Harrisburg-Hershey)

Da Hare, Fuk Stik, Who brought with him from Pittsburg H3:
Hung Like This (Who helped hare the trail)
Pelvis Chestly (Ditto)

So the slobbering pack met at the Howard House Tavern in good old Elkton MD, around 2:pm HST. Fuk Stik had a beer ordered for him, and then while he wasn't looking, had the beer drank for him. We left the tavern for the usual half live hared/ half dead trail that is Fuk Stiks trademark, sometime between 2:45 and 3. (And just so you know, it didn't rain all that much, we didn't get shot at by any angry Yokels, nobody got lost for too long, and there wasn't that much shiggy and mud, at least for an F-Stik trail. So if that's what you were hoping for you might not want to read any more of this)

On! On!
We ran up a few block and over a few blocks in down town Elkton, and up a few and over a few some more.

On! On!
We ran through a graveyard an onto a little league field, where we encountered a whole circle of marks, that led to two or three checks, that were marked false in every single direction. Clever Fuk Stik heard us on his heels, or his ass, and set up a clever delay. The slowpokes in the back caught up with the FRB's and we walked around in circles for about 30 minutes. Some people got bored and started yanking down other peoples trousers. Fortunatley or Unfortunatly, BC remembered to ware panties that day. At some point, Panic Button found a series of marks that seemed to lead in a particular direction, behind the baseball field.

On! On!
We crawled through some shiggy in the woods, and crossed over a large canyon, right next to a bridge, that led out to a park, where we found He Needed the Money, and the three hares, with a van full of beer and snacks for us. Butthead, who had gotten led off by his dog somewhere, managed to find us in time to drink a beer.

On! On!
Trail led back into the woods and through some wetlands, and then back out into the park.

On! On!
When we got out to the road we found a Turkey/Eagle Split, and from what I heard, the Eagle was way easier than the Turkey trail. Through a neighbor hood we went, and turned left down and old dirt road, that went up a hill, where there was an old barn, and another beer check. Around this time we lost Gives It Away, our first casualty. We broke open a bag of carrots and cheese, which went real well with that Natty Ice beer. (Say , our standards for beer keep getting higher and higher, last Blue Hen Hash we had Old Latrobe, I'm getting intimidated. I'm sure glad I'm not Beer Meister)

On! On!
We went down a path in the woods, and up a hill and back down. The trail led to some weird looking public area I had never been to before that looked like a farm for growing rice patty's. but there weren't any. At this point we managed to run into Gives It Away and her dog, who managed to stick with us for the rest of trail. Trail went back up a hill in the woods, than out onto the road, where we had a mile or two of asphalt, on which for or five of us decided to run on it for some stupid reason. (Yep, there's been a lot of running on Blue Hen Hashes lately, a great sacriledge, and surely the one thing that's been the most responsible for our downfall).

On! On!
The trail on asphalt led to a park, or another part of the same park, where they had more rice patty growing areas, some woods, and a creek. Across the Creek trail went. Panic Button decided to forge ahead, and became the canary in the coal mine, finding the real deep part of the creek, and had a nice swim. Hung Like This caught up with us, and since he hared this part of the trail was nice enough to show us the shallow part of the creek. Apparently Troma Queen and Gives It Away didn't get this information. After crossing the creek, we found He Needed the Money and his van on the other side for the On IN, where we managed to remember to have a few elections, with a very drunken Thfkas running circle for possibly the last time, but probabally not.

All in all it was another Shitty Trail..... The Results of this Years Elections Are:

GM: Butthead/ BadLay (Who should know he's had this coming for at least 10 years)

RA: I'll Forget Your Name In The Mourning (Oh yeah... like that's gonna happen)

Hash Harlot : Beardless Clam (Who won after an intense flash-off contest with Troma Queen. The nipple ring gave BC the edge)

Well, that's all the offices we remembered to fill. Most of the slobbering pack, ran, walked or drove back up to Howard House to down a few more pitchers of beer. And most of them crashed I'll Forget Your Name In the Mourning and Mathematical Impossibilities house. We played Bumper Pool, Nintendo Wii, ate some pizza, and of course drank more beer. Skidmarks was one of the first to try to leave at a reasonable hour, but then had about 4 beers dumped down his throat by Pelvis Chestly, during a 5 minute period of time. (Say I hope you made it home okay Skids) At this point a very worn out MFP ran home to catch a plane to LA, to get paid to sit in a hotel room for 3 or 4 days.

Stay tuned for the next Blue Hen Hash, possibly 4 or 5 Saturdays from now possibly hared by somebody

On! On!

MFP

Blue Hen AGM

AGM Details: April 6th

The run will start at the Howard House Tavern in Elkton, MD.

Howard House Tavern
101 W Main St
Elkton, MD 21921

http://www.howardhousetavern.com/

Time: 2pm HST
Dog Friendly: yes
Shiggy: You bet
Hash Cash: $5

Hares: Fuk Stik and other miscellaeneous Pittsburgh H3'ers who may be in
attendence.

ON ON!
Fuk Stik
RA Pittsburgh H3
GM Emeritus, Blue Hen H3

write up 2/17

o….. There was a Blue Hen Hash on the Afternoon of Sunday, February the 17th 2008.

Hashers in Attendance:

Toxic Waste
Thfkas (Still wearing the same bathrobe from the Hockessin Pajama Hash)
Beardless Clam (Whining about a flu or something)
Donna (Who has a hash name but I can’t remember it now for some reason)
Donna’s Husband (Who might have a name but I defiantly can’t remember it)
Skidmarks
Deathwish (With a hangover)
Yeast of Burden (Whining about a hangover)
Slippery Pole Bunion (His first Hash appearance since 2003, I think)
Mary Fucking Poppins
Butthead (Who appeared much later, even for him)
Crash Test Dummy (Who appeared much later with Butthead)

Squats on Request and Quato were the Hares.

The slobbering pack met at the parking lot of Battery Park in Ye’ Ole New Castle along the banks of the Delaware River. It was moderately cold and windy, so those of us sporting hoodies did our best ninja impressions. We left to follow trail at exactly 2.p.m HST (about 2:17 standard time).

On! On! We followed the walking/ running trail along the bank of the Delaware. We went through some mud and sand. We took a right into a mulch dump and found a BN, but, there was no beer anywhere near!!!, At least for us FRB’s after about 15 minutes or so Squats ran up with the drinks, very apologitically and tried to act like this was the first time he hared a trail or something. We drank our beers rather quickly and out of the mulch dump and into the street we went.

On! On! We went through some mud, and over some train tracks and came across the second beer near. This time it only took about a minute for the frantic and panicky hare to arrive with the booze. Death Wish entertained us at the beer stop by climbing up a high voltage power line pole with one hand behind his back. Several members of the pack suggested that Yeast of Burden should take out an insurance policy on him.

On! On! Down the railroad tracks we went, through some more mud, into a parking lot, and back the streets and cobblestone sidewalks of Ye’ Ole New Castle. Ironically 2 out of the 3 smokers of the group, Beardless Clam and MFP marathon ran to the end, while everyone else huffed and puffed and waddled down the trail. They stood in shock for a while looking at the On In mark in front of Jessop’s restaurant, a nice quiet place that we wouldn’t expect would be expecting us. It was about this time that Butthead and his dog Toby, I mean Crash Test dummy, finally caught up to the rest of us.

Technically Skidmarks was first in, cause he was the first one to walk in the door, but in our nice quiet little psuedo circle ceremony, in that nice quiet restaurant, that didn’t count, and MFP and BC had to do moderate down downs with Old Latrobe, the closest thing to hash beer they had available. Some other people had to drink for something. Some people got some food and we got to play with the dismembered heads from a plate of cray fish that Thfkas ordered.

All in all it was another shitty trail.

Stay tuned for the next possible Blue Hen hash possibly hared by Toxic Waste possibly on Saint Patties Day weekend possibly for the purpose of annoying his neighbors. We should be good at that.

Stay tuned for the next probable/definite Blue Hen hash on the 26th of April, the AGM, probably/ definitely hared by MFP, or a back up.

So let that be the first thing we put on our nice, new, empty calendar, WEB GEEKS!

On! On!

Your nominal GM

MFP

hash this SUnday

When: This sunday
Where: Tennis courts across from Battery Park
( http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=39.6584424634-75.5666574076&safe=on&ie=UTF8&ll=39.658191,-75.564008&spn=0.006079,0.010042&t=h&z=17&iwloc=addr )
When: 2 PM



Maybe a dinner afterward depending on people.
On-On
Squats

hash, Jan 1 2008

What: A hash hared by THFKAS and I'll respect you in
the mourning
When: Tues 1/1/08 1 pm
Where: The parking lot on the corner of Barksdale Rd
and Casho mill rd (next to the baseball field)
How: Feet, flour, beer
Why: To ring in the new year and celebrate He needed
the money's hangover's b-day
$$$: For you, a dollar!

Kid friendly - probably

Dry bags depend on the weather...

On-On!!

Respect =)

Write up for Blue Hen's 15th Anniversary Hash Weekend

So, We had a few Hashes this past weekend to commemorate our fine 15 years?..

Pub Crawl
Hashers who showed up some time this weekend who began their hashing careers with Blue Hen, (In no particular order):

Troma Queen, Turkey Baster, One Slipped Past the Goalie, I'll Respect You in the Morning, Cums Early, Toxic Waste, I'll Forget your name in the Morning, Kojack Sack, He Needed the Money, Dead End, Mathematical Impossibility, Quato, Sleepy Head, Squats on Request, Thfkas, Just Tom, Mary Fucking Poppins, Bad Lay, Water Fowl, Fuk Stik and many many others (Like there really were this time, Sleepy Head has pictures to prove it)

Including:
The entire Hockessin Hash,
About 4 or 5 new boots
Visiting Hashers from the DC hash, the Virginia Beach Tidewater, the Baltimore Annapolis, and some other hashes I never heard of.

The slobbering pack began their first shitty trail at the Deer Park on Friday night, for the much anticipated Blue Hen Pub Crawl. Kojack Sack was hare. We left promptly at 8:00 HST and managed to get the attention of the Newark PD in the first 30 seconds of trail, when we all ran onto the CSX train tracks. Other events of notoriety I remember: We picked up 3 new boots on the trail including, Just Holly, Just Amber, and Just April. We tried our best to get kicked out of the Iron Hill Bar, because we had every other time the hash went in there. Fuk Stik and Death Wish (From Harrisburg/Hershey), led the crowd to sing The S and M man, and even after 20 minutes, the only thing the staff at Iron Hill had the guts to do, was to politely request that we refrain from using the word Fuck, in any of our songs. Which was very disappointing. We ended at the East End and downed downed many pitchers of PBR.???

Anniversay Run
The next day Thkfas, and these years General Manager Fuck up, Mary Fucking Fucked Up Poppins, set off to hare the 15th anniversary run, hung over and sick from the night before. During the laying of trail garbage bag with about 8 pounds of flour in it broke open right in my face and left a white cloud hovering over Barksdale Road. A new naming at some point might be in order.

So, we had many in attendance when we left the Park and Shop on Elkton Rd, 2.p.m HST.

Events of Notoriety that I remember: Mr. and Mrs. Poppins, who resided at the first beer stop were kind enough to let a few hashers defile their toilet. Bunion Butt, from Hockessin, thanked them much for their hospitality before "accidentally" littering the front yard with his beer can. At the second Beer Stop, in George Wilson Park on New London Road, Death Wish and La La, from Virginia Tidewater, challenged each other to a game of beer base ball where they both ended up puking, La La through his nostrils. Bad Lay/ Butthead some how didn?t get completely lost. One Slipped by the Goalie, somehow ended up ahead of everybody for a little while. We stopped at the place formerly known as the Deer Park, and ate all their popcorn, Peeving off the waitress after we left cause she had to pick up all the bowls left on the front porch. No! , not those kind of bowls! On On! We stumbled down South College Avenue and took a left at the James F. Hall trail and On Inned at Cums Early's House, another Blue Hen Standard Stop. We had a campfire, a keg, which we succeeded in emptying in about an hour, and some cake, and a cake fight. Many songs were sung, many down downs were done. We Apreyed at the Unitarian Universalist Church on Willa Road, the first time I heard that a Hash Apr's was ever held at a church. Me, Fuk Stik, Water Fowl, and some other visiting hashers met up at the East End later to punish ourselves some more before???..


The Hangover Hash
The slobbering pack, of about 19, met at Suburban plaza Fuk Stik, our GM Emeritus, was hare. He explained quite clearly that the trail was marked in orange and not white, but a few of us didn't listen, and got lost on the circle jerk and went down some other persons trail. Asssplunker, from DC, Devil Woman, MFP, and Beardless Clam, who still had cake in her hair from the cake fight the day before, followed a freshly marked trail in white down the Mason Dixon trail where it ended at the steel bridge behind Downs School. However MFP had a hunch that sooner or later this thing was going to end at He Needed the Money's House and led the break away pack there. So we got first in, and while we missed a beer stop, we still found plenty of beer in the back yard. We started circle with Fuk Stik sitting atop the ice atop the keg. At this point my memory begins to fade???..??

All in All we had three shitty trails., but a fine time was had by all. For those of you who couldn?t make it we miss you greatly, but thanks anyway for leaving more beer for the rest of us. I hope to see you all again the next time we'e stupid enough to do something like this. If I'm not in AA by then.

Special thanks to Nikki and Chris for making this whole thing possible, nd to every one else who helped out.?

On ! On!
Your nominal GM,
MFP.

Stay Tuned for the next possible Blue Hen Hash, possibly hared by Death ish possibly around Thanksgiving.