Hare: Puff the Magic Ass Grabber
Hounds: Dip, LSD, Shit, NBA, nnCarol, PoPo, nnAdam
Puff displayed his usual expertise in the laying of this epic trail. He was being his typical humble self in advertising the trail to be a mere 3 miles when in reality it was closer to 12. In fact, if there were a Hash University, Puff would be Chairman of the Trail Laying Department, his skills are so refined.
Starting from Merles, trail took off to the north and then veered off west by the river. The pack was able to locate most of Puff's marks, at least during the first third of the trail. Shortly after the first beer-near, we managed to locate the second beer-near at the Shamrock, but since most of us didn't bring money or ID, we passed on that.This was the point where the pack thinned. The slackers turned and when to the on-in while the racists continued on trail which led by Friends University. It was at this point that the hare decided to show off his mad haring skills. The brilliant twists and turns dazzled the senses of the hounds to such an extent that they couldn't find it, gave up, phoned the short-cutters, and found out where the on-in was. Puff's trails boggle the mind when the hounds hear of the many, many miles of exquisite trail experiences that only Puff experiences. I'm sure that we will be treated to many more of Puff's magnificent, non-runnable trails. On on.