#1183

Hare: BP
Hounds: PP, Tina, nnSarah, nnMike, Puff, Ass, Cuddles

Without any of the hash elders we were left to fend for ourselves on the South side. Our lovely hare, BP, had a couple of strikes against her before we even started, having celebrated a bit much the night before and almost losing a finger during chalk talk. At least she didn’t bring Boxer Lager. The hounds gave her a 15 minute head (who said? . .. ) start which was completely unnecessary considering trail was only half a mile long. We stumbled across the first BN about 50 feet in to the trails of Chapin Park and the second (actually an “ Easter beer hunt”) about 10 feet later. Five more minutes of walking and we were at the on-in where the chips had tragically been stolen. PP was really whiney about it and nnSarah was surprised to learn that chips are just chips and it doesn’t mean something dirty. ASS stepped up as RA and led a spectacular, yet abbreviated, circle. The only way back to point A from the on-in was following pretty much the entire trail backwards to the parking lot. Tequila Tony joined us for the On-After at Harry’s Uptown where the consensus was that coming late is better than not coming at all . . . and that waffle fries are amazing.

Hare: BP

Hounds: PP, Tina, nnSarah, nnMike, Puff, Ass, Cuddles

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