Hounds: BP, Hummer Gay'mes, PPL, Syrup of Epicock, Cockasian, Puff, PBR, Cuddle Puncher, Tequila Tony, Dip, Shit, nnRuss, nnCharlie
As a solo hare, PQuad had an auspicious start with the Wichita Police Department swooping in on our meeting place at Buffalo Park. The cops ran us off, which was unfortunate since we really didn't have a trail to follow. Luckily, nnCharlie knew where to go, so several hounds were able to follow him across a golf course and to the Beer Near at an abandoned parks project.
After the BN, we had a minor water crossing at which Tequila Tony thumbed his nose, but just the other side of the water he got tangled up in a thorn bush that Syrup of Epicock was kind enough to help him out of. Dip got caught in the same bush, which tore off his conspicuously racist shirt to reveal his dalmatian shirt beneath.
The hounds came to a labyrinthine network of poorly marked drainage tunnels where no light had penetrated since the Whitechapel murders. We constructed makeshift torches out of the remains of Dip's racist attire and scattered to find the outlet. Shit barely made it out alive and when the hounds found him huddling near the exit, he was pale and kept muttering "Yuengling" to himself. He would never speak again of the horrors he saw that day.
ONIN was PQuad and nnCharlie's abode where a terrifyingly teenaged driver was awaiting the hounds to get them back to their vehicles. We eventually circled up and it was merry. Dip and Shit did a number of father-son deadbugs in order to show the visiting hashers (Syrup and Cockasian) just what we do best at TAH3. Then we got down to the serious business of naming nnCharlie. After serious beer drinking and joking deliberation we proclaimed that now and forevermore, nnCharlie shall be known as Shart Attack.