Hares: PBR, Pee Pee Licker
Hounds: NBA, Dip, Kibbles, Extenze, nnAlex, Tequila Tony, Ass, nnIPA John, Anything Goes, nnTambra, nnEloise
Hounds gathered at Pee Pee’s house for what was all but assured to be a shitty trail. Our hares had multiple things working against them from the start: no shiggy, BN at a bar, very little experience, etc… So, with that in mind, there wasn't much room for us to be surprisingly disappointed.
Trail initially led us to the west across Oliver and then to the south, where we found our BN at Mike’s Wine Dive. Dip felt that they couldn't possibly have cheap enough beer to merit a visit by hashers, but we were all pleasantly surprised when we discovered that they had $2 Blue Moon pints.
After leaving the restaurant, the pack headed back to the NE, where they stumbled upon an odd marking that not only wasn't covered in chalk talk, but also made absolutely no sense. NBA, fearing the worst, began to weep uncontrollably. It was only after we slapped her around a little that she calmed down and explained to us that she assumed that PBR must have been struck by a car, causing him to violently convulse in the street with his chalk clutched tightly in his hand, leaving random marks against the asphalt as his arms flailed uncontrollably while his collapsed lungs unsuccessfully begged for air. However, there was no body, so we held out hope that there was some other explanation for the nonsensical marks left behind.
We were all relieved to find trail a bit further away, which led us back to Pee Pee’s. We circled up in her un-kept back yar where Dip was forced to drink out of his brand new shoes, and then most of us headed to Harry’s Uptown for the on-after.
All in all, the novice hares did a pretty damn good job and should be commended for mostly using marks that we were able to understand.