Hares: CIA and BeeDub
Hounds: Tina, Dip, NBA, Hummer Gay'mes, Cuddle Puncher, Piss Car Poor, Amanta F&F,
P'Quad, Trashy, Puff, Anything Goes, Boathouse Pussy, nnKen, nnRobin, nnHerb, nnCody, nnDenise,
For their first trail ever, C.I.A. and BeeDub brought the group to the culture hub known as Valley Center’s Spirits Lounge, which boasted of both its Mexican food and its use of rice bran oil.
The hares promised a short trail and took off. The hounds took no notice of the hares’ small purse of flour and tiny stub of chalk, but later, as they recalled the trail’s low points and ever lower points, they put two and two together and trail finally started to make sense.
Trail wove through scenic V.C. So awestruck by the Center’s beauty were the hounds, they barely noticed the lack of trail. The hares had taken a page from Amanta’s book and laid a mark roughly every quarter-mile, leaving the hounds all but stranded, lost, and confused.
Things briefly looked up as the hares took the pack past a pretty fantastic playground, but trail went downhill from there when the hares ran out of flour, looked at each, shrugged, and said, “Fuck it. They can just follow our scent.” After much searching, the beer near was found, but the freezing cold weather got the best of the pack and there was little rejoicing as the hounds quickly downed their beverages and scampered on.
The pack eventually returned to Spirits where it found Puff waiting. It has been said that Puff can move so fast that it as though he was never on trail. Or, in this case, he just wasn’t on trail.
Despite Arctic temperatures, circle was held outside by the ever-enthusiastic, tights-clad Dip. Despite a shitty trail and even shittier weather, we look forward to C.I.A. and BeeDub’s next trail.