About the DWH3

Wet Spots

The woman, the myth... the sexual icon, Wet Spots. 

Her wild adventure began when her friend Sheila stumbled upon a USA TODAY segment about hashing and mailed in a request for the Hash Directory.  Armed with nothing but a phone number to a local kennel and a mysterious voice on the other end promising to meet in a random parking lot "to drive you to the trail," it took some serious persuasion, Sheila (eventually Dryride) finally agreed to join the fun. 

On that fateful summer day on July 5th, Wet Spots was handed a "raft" for a paddle from Sellwood to Ross Island. They were promised a fire, an elephant walk, and a sauna (where the men were having all the fun because it was wankers only). As the sauna chants reached a fever pitch, panic set in about how they’d make it back! Needless to say, she pushed on, and had a blast! From togas to weekly debauchery runs, she was hooked! 

The next fall, when a wanker with a knack for terrible decisions started wooing her. There’s a blurry memory of a steamy make-out session with a young Stink Finger next to a flaming dumpster behind a 13th Street business. And just like that, the rest is hash history!

Felcher

My hash journey started in February of 2009 and my viginity was taken by the Portland humpin hash (those bastards). Once I discovered the DWH3 I knew in my bones I would be a dead whore for life. The RA torch was passed to me by Poke Her Face circa 2012/13/14 (who really knows...time flies when you're having fun)

It has been one of the greatest honors of my life to be a part of this vivacious female community. The care, compassion and laughter shared heals the soul. 

Honor to the DWH3! 

Jabba the Slut

Not only a certified smoke show, Jabba is also a wild animal in the bedroom. Being an eager lover she is known to have the same voracious passion in life’s adventures with a hunger for fun. She always carries a smile on her face with a warm hug and an ass that just doesn't quit.