Hare: Tequila Tony
Hounds: Dip, PeePee, PQuad, Tina, Anything Goes, Power Bottom Redding, Born On Your Anus, NBA, nnSarah, nnTim
This trail could be called so many things, e.g., The Trail of Seven Water Crossings; The Flour Fawn Abuse Trail; The Trail of Tears and Ticks; Poison Ivy Paradise Trail. Combine the essence of all those titles, and you get the gist of this classic Tequila Tony trail. All we were lacking was the Georgia alligators that Tequila is so fond of. We knew we were in trouble when Tequila showed up at the start after stashing the first beer near, dripping wet up to his pits, and claiming it was just sweat. The second indication we were doomed was when TT stated that his main goal for this trail was to lead us into shiggy. He was more than successful.
We discovered that TT does not like the nice little concrete paths or even the tiny deer trails that are plentiful in this park. No, he, instead, likes the tall tick-infested grasses and poison ivy-laden non-trails. He took us through endless non-trails before we found our first water crossing. We knew TT had stashed the first beer-near on the other side of this water crossing so there was no getting around our first swim. We all managed to get to the other side, stirring up the lovely aromas of rotting river sludge, and then climbed up the muddy side to the golden nectar. After enjoying our beverages we took off through more shiggy, and barely missed stepping on a precious sleeping fawn that TT had diabolically thrown flour on.
Evidently, TT likes zig-zag patterns because he employed them continuously, taking trail back and forth across the river. It turned out that if we wanted to find the second beer near, we had to follow the trail back and forth across the muddy creek and up the muddy river banks. We found the second beer near at the mouth of a drainage pipe (the mile-long one most of us refused to attempt on the last TT trail). This time our hare left us enough flashlights to allow even the most timid hounds to follow trail through the pipe to find trail not too far from the on-in.
On-in was in TT's backyard, where he graciously supplied us with bags of ice upon which to enjoy our down-downs. Dip was on his usual roll of false accusations of innocent hounds. Fortunately, it only provided the pack with opportunities to quench our thirsts. TT provided us with pizza and wings after the swing-low. We had nnTim, a virgin, join us, and he did not seem to be intimidated by our awesomeness, and should be back. The only thing we were not able to do was to begin the naming process for nnSarah, but for that we really need the input of Cumbag Shitpants. On on!
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