Hounds: Rhinestone Catbitch, Moon over My Hammy, Beestiality B4 Boys, Hummer Gay'mes, ASS, NBA, Tina Eat the Piss, Phi Phi Licker, Cuddle Puncher, nnAlex, nnMelanie, Anything Goes, Dipshit, nnMike, Puff the Magic Ass Grabber
Trail started off innocently enough in a sketchy, somewhat abandoned parking lot. I’m not sure that the recovering alcoholics who were there for their court-ordered meeting appreciated us and our open containers in their parking lot. Anus was nearly run over by Puff in his attempt to make it in time for Hare’s away; the pack took off soon after.
Trail took us through the big ditch and eventually to the the first beer near, which was located across the Arkansas river, which would wind up being the cleanest water on trail. We continued on through some pretty serious shiggy (Tequila Tony's absence was lamented) before reaching the next beer near at a tractor where Shit climbed a big rusty thing and luckily didn't die. After some much needed refreshment, the pack continued on and shortly came upon the Wichita Swamp—which may or may not have been composed of rich people’s shit—where small blobs of flour planted here and there showed where the path zigzagged from tuft to tuft of rushes among those green-scummed pits and foul quagmires. Rank reeds and lush, slimy water-plants sent an odour of decay and a heavy miasmatic vapour onto our faces, while a false step plunged us more than once thigh-deep into the dark, quivering mire, which shook for yards in soft undulations around our feet. Its tenacious grip plucked at our heels as we walked, and when we sank into it it was as if some malignant hand was tugging us down into those obscene depths, so grim and purposeful was the clutch in which it held us. It was pretty nasty but we made it out alive. Anything Goes cut her arm open and almost bled out, but she was in good company, as most hashers had some sort of wound by the end of this trail. Before trail’s end we saw a herd of wild animals, fancy new housing developments, and less fancy old trailor park before heading under a chain link fence, down railroad tracks, and to Sedgwick County Park for the circle and an on-after at Larry Bud’s. It was both figuratively and literally a shitty trail.