Hare: Born On Your Anus
Hounds: Dip, BP, PPL, NBA, Tina, Stumpy, Puff, Hummer, Princess Peckerhontas, Anything Goes, nnJosh, nnSarah, nnKatie, nnAlex, Cuddle Puncher
Location: The Arena
We started this ordeal from the newly re-opened Arena Bar on Topeka at the Kellogg overpass. The owners and the sparse handful of patrons tolerated our presence (barely). The hare took off, after promising us no turkey/eagle splits, to the south of Kellogg. Trail wound through the railroad yards (always delightful) to our first beer near, at Mick's, a sleazy bar at the intersection of Lincoln and Washington St. (just our kind of bar). Half the pack had to leave because they neglected to listen to the hare when he said to take ID on trail, and they were not allowed entrance to this delightful drinkery. The pack then had to re-cross the train tracks, and one harriette barely survived being dismembered by the Silver Bullet Express that appeared out of nowhere, bound for nowhere, and caused irreparable psychological damage to the cowering harriette.
Trail continued south through parts of Wichita that we had not experienced, so kudos to the hare for that. The hare stashed the second beer near in a trash-strewn alley close to Broadway and Lincoln, but, not surprisingly, it was not there when the hounds turned up. We continued, parched, on to the north side of Kellogg, where we found the dreaded T/E split that the hare had promised he would not use. He was duly chastised for that egregious error.
We circled up back at the start, once again annoying the denizens of this establishment, and bestowed many acknowledgments of accomplishments as well as screw-ups upon the pack. A small handful stayed and participated in karaoke, much to the delight of the crowd. On on!
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