Hare: Cuddle Puncher
Hounds: PPL, BOYA, nnSam, nnDane, nnKat, ASS, Puff, NBA, nnTrent, Tequila Tony
Cuddle Puncher's virgin hare was quite the experience. Before trail even started, the hare provided hounds with a bottle of premium Blanco Tequila to sip off of. After getting properly lubed, the hounds departed. Trail took us through an apartment complex by the Arkansas "River". In fact, for most of us, it took us backwards through the apartment complex, since most of us followed trail back-asswards, after finding the first YBF. We eventually (and miraculously) found trail taking us down to the "river" where we found the Beer Near. NNSam was the courageous wanker who ventured about a quarter of a mile into a black sewer pipe to find the golden elixir. He eventually made his way back out into sunlight carrying with him the precious liquid which motivates hashers to keep doing what we do. (Need I mention that there was much rejoicing?)
True trail then led us straight south. It was at this point that the pack lost Puff and ASS who decided to blaze their own trail off to the west, not believing that the hare would actually lead us into the "river". The rest of the pack heroically took off into the ankle-deep water and eventually found trail heading east on the sand bars. NNDane decided to keep his dainty feet dry and attempted to "walk" across on his hands. Thankfully, he fell over backwards on his back, much to the delight of the pack. After criss-crossing the puddles several times looking for trail, the wankers finally found the teensy plops of flour that the demented hare stingily left for us. We eventually ended up going down the bike path toward the south where we found a turkey/eagle split. The turkey trail led back to the "river" and pretty much straight across to the on-in. The eagle trail stayed on dry land but was about 3 times the distance.
We circled in Cuddles' backyard by the river. The weather was perfect (about the only perfect thing about the trail). Tequila Tony filled in as RA. Even with the absence of Dip, we managed to bestow a couple of dead bugs on a couple of lucky wankers. One highlight of the post-Swing-Low was nnSam taking a piss next to the next property, having a pit-bull-mix lunge at him, fiercely barking, which startled Sam, who fell over backwards onto BOYAnus' piss spot. And again, there was much rejoicing.