Hare: Hummer Gay'mes
Hounds: nnMike, nnScott, nnColt, nnMelissa, AnythingGoes, AmanataF&F, BestialityB4Boys, CuddlePuncher, CumBagShitPants, DipStick, NBA, nnMylinda, nnRussell, PoopyTheFruityDickSlayer, PuffTheMagicAssGrabber. TinaEatThePiss
Hummer, Hummer, Hummer.........as they say, practice makes perfect. So keep practicing, because this trail was shitty. Trail took off west from the Vagabond, and the pack was oh, so hopeful, that this was the trail that would rock the hashing world. We followed trail down nasty-ass alleys, and through an even nastier-ass private yard, so we had our hopes up that this would be the stuff legends are made of. But our hopes were soon dashed. Around the Indian Center, trail got very, very confusing. And this was not helped by the lame-ass FRBs not marking trail for the DFLs. After much searching, we finally found the BN by the tennis courts. Somehow, Puff had gotten EXTREMELY off-trail (understandable since the marks were few and far between), and we spied him across the river by the art museum. We may never know how he got over there; some mysteries are just not meant to be solved.
We continued trail around the tennis courts (I feel much more up-scale just by being in such close proximity to the Swells), and the promised Turkey/Eagle split took the Eagles (racists) down and around one of the courts. Sheesh. Trail then continued tamely on, through the park, across the bridge by the Keeper of the Plains, through the Sticker Bushes from Hell, then off to the south though a shitty-ass empty lot. The hare thought it would be funny to take us up and over a vicious chain link fence guarded by exceptionally lush poison ivy. Exactly two hounds had low-enough IQs to climb over the fence. The rest of the pack walked leisurely around the fence, and then found trail back to the on-in, which was at the Monarch.
After consuming many hydrating beverages, circle was conducted by Dip, so we had a couple of obligatory dead-bugs (fictional offenses, as usual). We may have scared off one or two of the no-names due to our awesomeness, or lame-ass adolescent antics depending on one's viewpoint, but we hope that most of them will return. Songs were sung, hilarity ensued, and there was much rejoicing. On on!
Hash Trash - A recap of bygone hashes.