Hares: who knows - too many to count (excuse me if my memory fails me but I'll give it a shot): Shit, Dip, Hummer, Tina, BP, Cuddles
Hounds: that too is a blur: Dip, NBA, Tina, Dipshit, Butthole Whisperer, CIA (Caught in Action); Hummer, Cuddles, and BP on Saturday and Sunday; Chihuahua, Fast Chug, Skunk Chaser, Dribbles n' Spits, and Mamm Wich from KCH3
OK, yes, Trash Team A is a major lame-ass, but not nearly as lame as Teams B and C. That being said, the following is a synopsis of the events of the campout as Team A is able to remember, with only a little fictionalizing. So it is up to the reader to figure out the true events as well as the lies. OK, it's probably going to be mostly lies.
Friday night, the major loozers gathered at TAH3 Headquarters overlooking Lake Kanopolis and began the ritual consumption of alcohol. Promptly, at20:00 (that's 8 p.m. to you people who are not Dip), the Friday night trail was lamely set by Li'l Red Dipshit. Typically, the trail meandered around the cabin, which was monumentally longer than most of his trails. The folks who actually have lives missed this sad excuse for a trail, but were chastised for not getting there on time.
Saturday morning, the racists (or racist-wannabes) awoke early and went to the other side of the lake for the start of the Horsethief Canyon Trail Run. The folks who are in this thing for the alcohol stayed back at the cabin, passed-out, but managed to wake up in time to join the running wankers at the finish line. The trail was excellent this year with perfect temperatures, no rain, and relatively few gravity-related injuries. There were two first-place winners and one second (-rate) winner among the hash group. Circle was significant only in the circus act performed by Skunk and Dribbles.
Back to Headquarters where drinking continued. The old folks rested (no rocking chairs were provided, though), the youngsters drank, and then Hummer set trail for the afternoon hash. She considerately found a trail which was replete with just the prettiest green, three-leafed foliage.
Saturday night continued with the consumption of liquid refreshments, and Dip outdid himself with the edible spread he provided us. In fact, the eats all weekend were stupendous, in hash terms. Daddy Dip takes care of his kids. The evening's entertainment consisted of a competitive game of "Crimes Against Humanity", and then the costume event. The most notable were BeeDub's geisha ensemble, CIA's S & M outfit, and Mamm Wich's nun habit. After this, some revenge was exacted upon the passed-out Skunk body, with a Sharpie. One certain hasher felt extreme satisfaction for this retaliation of 6 years of Skunk abuse. And there was much rejoicing.
After the evening circle, we commenced the questioning and abuse of nnSamantha, who for very good reasons, was awarded the name of Caught in Action (C.I.A.). Good stories were provided which will probably scar us for years. Once again, the hare is forced to auto-bio-trash as dementia seems to be taking root for the A-Team. After grilling nnSamantha with questions regarding salad dressings, butthole licking, etc. One of TAH3's finest-Tina Eat the Piss-hared one of the weekend's most memorable, physically tasking, life-changing trails of all time. The hare took off at such a brisk pace, the pack did not even spy him taking trail around the back side of another hasher's cabin. The next thing they new, the skies turned to white as the hare blazed across Kanapolis State Park leaving behind smoke, or flour dust whatever. Rumor has it that BP hared a midnight birthday suit trail. The wankers who participated (not many were still awake/conscious at this time) raved about the quality of the trail but would not reveal any more details. Also, Tina burned his eye out after seeing Dip and Butthole Whisperer in their thongs.
The rest of the weekend is a blur. The A Team understands that there was a miserable excuse for a trail Sunday morning, but was not there to witness it. She felt it was necessary to hurry home to pray for these useless wankers' souls. On on.