<div dir="ltr"><p>Blue Hen Hash #16 (of 2015) or since we started counting:</p><p> So
the slobbering pack gathered up in the parking lot in front of IHOV’s
place in the Yea Ole’ Oaktree village in Yea Ole’ Pencader hundred on
the afternoon of October the 25th, 2015 AD for the 23rd Anniversary of
the, I mean the twenty-thirst Analversary of the mighty Blue Hen hash
house Harriers. </p><p> Hashers I remember being present at some point
include: Toxic Waste, The Hasher formerly known as Schporto,
NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Blow My Sweet Toots, Mary Fucking Poppins,
Vaseline Alley, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Eat My Panties, Kum On Inn, Trail
Order Bride, AssHopper, Just Rich, WaterFowl, Cause For Blindness, Just
Katie, Just Chris, Woody, Butthead, Great Sex, Rear End Wrangler, and
many, many others.</p><p> Our hares of the day were for the second time
in a row The International House of Virgins and his partner in crime,
Tits of Steel. </p><p> And so those of us who arrived a bit early hung
out in IHOV’s apartment enjoying some brews and leaving our hash shoes,
outside, well most of us, until it was about 2pm hash time and it twas
time to begin the chalk talk. And our stragglers entered in just as we
were doing that.</p><p> We were informed that on this trail there were
to be a back check, a beer check and several J-stops. And for those of
you who haven’t been active for a whiles, the J-Stop is a ribbon near
two small bottles of liquor, for which the FRB is meant to discover and
take back to the DFL.</p><p> And so the arrow pointed us out to Otts
Chapel Rd and across that we went. With IHOV going back to his apartment
to get things ready, and with TOS staying out to hare trail.</p><p> On! On!</p><p>
We found marks going into the Academy Hill neighborhood, and a check,
which seemed to go up hill in all directions. Eventually the right way
was found.</p><p> On! On!</p><p> We ran around the hood for a while,
with Necro and Woody in the front, they served us all by finding the
really long back check up the hill. Eventually we found our way to the
woods and went down the old Iron Road as it is called. The hasher
Formerly Known as Schporto found the first J stop of two shots and as he
ran back half the pack misinterpreted this as a false trail and started
heading back as well, making their journey that much more interesting.</p><p> On! On! </p><p>
We found the Christina creek and the accompanying trail, which has been
beaten down by this hash group more times than I can count. Even though
it hasn’t rained in a year we found a water crossing in the form of a
very large puddle set in the the middle of trail. We jollied on down the
path to the bridge. NecroFeelMeUp finds the mark for the J-Stop, but
doesn’t find the liquor, that fell to yours truly, MFP, who had to meet
up with Toxic Waste to enjoy a shot of pineapple flavored Vokda.</p><p> On! On!</p><p>
We travel down under the bridge that supports the am track tracks and
find the beer near, across the creek, and several hashers try in vain to
cross it without getting wet. Woody avoided the water by climbing the
bridge to the other side while Waterfowl stood content without crossing
because he had his own vegan beer with him. We enjoyed our brews for a
little while then went out on trail again. </p><p> On! On!<br> We ran
through the woods for a little while some more until we came to the
Turkey-Eagle Split right underneath Christiana Parkway. Turkeys just
took a stroll up and out over the bridge while the Eagles took a
slightly longer way around, and around the woods some more. Before
coming out a bit farther down the road and finding a rather inconvenient
dick/tit check out on Elkton Rd.</p><p> On! On!</p><p> Trail went down
the road and into the office complex, where we ran out of marks for a
while, but those following a general direction did eventually find
something. As went through the tall grass behind the office complex
before going up a hill. Skidmarks came across the final J-stop first,
but let Woody take the bait. Trail went under the Otts Chapel Road
bridge where we found the big On! In! mark on the slope. And where we
found IHOV for the first time since beginning this hash.</p><p> After a
whiles the last of the last straggled in and our RA, Lost Penis, beganst
to commence circle. Awards and penalties were dished out, songs were
sung. And many down downs were drank. Just Chris and Just Katie did
their virgin down downs, and chances are we won’t see them back.Trail
Order Bride, in honor of his B-Day, which he decided to celebrate doing
this, got to do a side/ side with the ladies picking him up, We
attempted a large social in honor of the Blue Hen’s 23rd anniversary and
a toast to the late great Ian Cummings, founder of the hash in this
area. And Just Rich finally got a name in honor of the interesting sweat
pattern he had on the front of his shirt, he shall now be known as
“With Horns on his Tits”.</p><p> After circle closed we headed back to
IHOV’s Pad where joined by the auto hashing Pube He Ate Her, Great Sex
and Rear End Wrangler. And where we were served and/or served ourselves
some chicken tortillas with refried and vegan beans, along with some
chips and guac, and bunch of other junk food, and a big ass chocolate
cake to go along with the many beers, and several bottles of scotch that
were being passed around.</p><p> And the hashers entertained themselves
with playing with some of the articles left over from IHOV’s birthday
party the previous year.</p><p> All and All it was another shitty trail.</p><p> Stay tuned for the next Blue Hen hash sometime next month,</p><p> On! On!</p><p> MFP</p></div>