<div dir="ltr"><div>Hashers
present - Hares: IHov, Tits of Steel. Hounds:Kum-on-inn, Trail Order
Bride, Butthead, Necropheelmeup, Just Katie, Just Chris, THFKASchporto,
Waterfoul, Toxic Waste, Vaseline Alley, Woody, Just "Mitch" Rich, Blow
My Sweet Toots, Eat My Panties, MFP, Skidmarks, Cause for Blindness,
Lost Penis, (Great Sex, her guy, pubeheateher were all at Apres) (Anyone
else?)<br><br>The hash showed up outside IHov's place on a gorgeous
sunny typically-fall day . Thing's happened that I wasn't there for,
because in traditional fashion I showed up 20 minutes late. It was ok
though, Butthead showed up 5 minutes later just as our co-hare Tits of
Steel finished a brilliant chalk talk, and the pack was off.<br><br>We
were directed out the driveway and down the street, and into the
neighborhood with the horrible hill. After unsafely crossing Otts Chapel
road causing much confusion and some slowage of traffic, we charged
into the neighborhood where we were met with our fist check. True to
form, the trail did not have fully marked falses and the FRB's split,
with the correct direction being taken by Woody and Necro. This was
unfortunate for them, because it meant they were the recipients of the
subsequent really-nasty-hill, with it's resulting check back nine. They
caught everyone as most people were starting up the hill, saving
everyone else much pain and frustration. Trail T'd into another road in
which several people were unloading their cars in preparation for the
eagles game, and were very concerned at how poor "beer" was, that we
would need to do a fundraiser for them by running for it. Trail ran
along through a very pretty path at the end of the road into a
neighborhood we recognized from having slid into it during Ihov's last
winter trail, with a check at the obvious location at the bottom of the
hill. Woody decided he needed more hill work and took the right, while
everyone else decided that was insane and went left into the park
crossing the Christina river. After a little bit of confusion regarding
the check on the other side of the bridge and some nostalgia about where
we had beer stopped last time, trail proceeded along the rittenhouse
trail until we came to a beer near on the opposite bank of the river
under the train bridge. The water being ~3 inches deep, everyone tried
to keep their feet dry on small rocks until they got half-way through
and slipped, then gave up and splashed happily across the rest of the
way. Except for Woody, who of course took advantage of the natural
occurrence of a bridge and kept his feet dry and Waterfoul, who had
intelligently brought his own beer and avoided the entire fiasco. Lost
Penis called for Skidmarks to help her keep her balance, since he had
already gotten his feet wet, and maybe made it one further rock than
everyone else before giving up and stomping happily across like a
gleeful child who is confronted with the prospect of "mud" for the first
time. There was some milling about when we first arrived at the BN,
because there was no obvious cooler in sight, until Woody reminded
everyone that not all beer comes in coolers and pulled out the black
plastic trash bag that was full of yeunglings and New Belgium. Rumchata
also made an appearance, and was quickly finished under the weight of
all the hashers.<br><br>After the BN, we trudged back across the creek
to continue following trail. We came across the T/E split, which was
under a bridge under rt 4. Having been warned that the Eagle was only
3/4 of a mile longer than Turkey and a lot prettier, most people took
the eagle trail and enjoyed a nice trek down the remainder of
Rittenhouse trail. Toxic Waste and ? were the only two to Turkey it. We
came up on 896 and knew to turn around and go back SouthEast, because a)
the Turkey trail had gone that way and b) those of us who were being
observant as we drove in had seen arrows at the intersection of 4 and
896. Whoops! <br><br>We came across a tit-dick check right on the main
road, which was possibly the worst location EVER for one of those. Necro
and Kum-on-inn check-hung for a little bit so that the maximum of
people could get through for the minimum of flash (and so that we could
wait until oncoming traffic was lighter), but MFP blew through it,
taking to heart the chalk-talks instruction of "Wait for someone of the
opposite gender. Flash if you want". Trail followed the side-walk to an
office park, where we milled around. After the check, KOI, Necro and MFP
all took the straight along the sidewalk, and Necro and MFP doubled
back when it became clear that there was no more trail on Sidewalk. KOI
doubled down and took the next left into the park, luckily finding a new
check and and not getting horribly lost. We continued on and found
another check further down, where I went straight and didn't find shit,
Just Chris went right and didn't find shit, and necro and MFP went left
and didn't find shit. After some milling around, it became apparent that
trail went left but the marks were well hidden, and we fulfilled our
Blue Hen Anniversary requirement of hashing on train tracks (who knew?!)
by following the old abandoned tracks at the back of the office park
into some seriously nasty shiggy. We eventually came back out on the
clear area filled with rather nasty rocks, where we met woody coming
back with the last J-shot, which Skidmarks had kindly anti-sandbagged
for him. After climbing up a rather nasty hill to cross the creek
through much prickery and poison ivery, we arrived at the desert-like
on-in with an ihov and bers. <br><br>Skidmarks first, Cause last,
Virgins drank for being virgins, virgins and many others drank for blood
on trail, KOI drank for racist attire and everyone was shocked. We had
an impromptu history lesson on the BH4 hash and a social for our
founder, who passed away this year. We named Just Rich "With Horns On
His Tits", for his sweat stain. <br><br>Apres was at IHov's, where we
had chicken burritos, sweet potatoes, refried beans, chocolate cake, and
snacky foods. There was pinball, party-hat bras, and of course, Phat
Puffs. All in all, another shitty day at the BH4 hash. <br><br>J-stops: Schporto, MFP, and Woody. <br><br></div>[KOI]</div>