Hares: NBA and PBR
Hounds: Dip, Tina, PPL, PQuad, Cuddle Puncher, Puff, Anything Goes, Dipshit at ONIN
Both our elected and ad hoc trash writer were hares on Saturday so you're stuck with the C team. I'll do my best . . .
The pack met at Merle's on Saturday for what was sure to be an epic trail. Beautiful weather, beautiful hashers, what could go wrong? An Otis Redding song came on as soon as PBR walked trough the door but it turned out not to be a good omen; in fact, it was about the coolest thing that happened all day. If you had missed Hare's Away you probably would have thought you were on a Hummer Gay'mes trail. It had all the essential components including contradictory arrows, splits that led nowhere, and being the length of a 10k--the racist P4 being the only hound who has trained for that level of athleticism.
Just like an HG trail, we were lost pretty much right away after taking off from Merle's. And then again in Riverside Park. Cuddles was about to give up and head for the helado truck when someone noticed a tiny blop of flour and we located the first BN under a piñata. We soldiered on down and around the river and located the second BN in a large patch of poison ivy that the hares claimed not to have even noticed. By then, we figured we were almost done. It had been a good 4 miles and we were ready for chips and singing. But no, there was one more BN to be found (easily, I might add, as they seemed to give up on using any marks other than arrows) on the gorgeous and memorable white sand beach of Wichita.
We trudged back to PBR's for circle where we celebrated the second anniversary of Puff's 500th anniversary and presented him with a rad hash mug. Then back to Merle's for food and more beer! Some hashers were tired from the hours-long trail but NBA wasn't about to let any drunk sweaty people in her new car and we had to walk.