Hare: Boathouse Pussy
Hounds: Tina Eat the Piss, Cumbag Shitpants, Poopy the Fruit Dick Slayer, No Blow Angel, Dipstick, NN Chris, NN Kim.
Immediately after the hare arrived (late) at the bar, she left with Dip to discuss something privately. This discussion took 20 minutes, which led the hounds the believe sex-on-trail occurred even before trail. Thankfully, the wait was well worth it, as the hounds discovered the far shittiest trail in the history of TAH3.
The pack ran through every trailer park in south Wichita. Dip came close to breaking his probation when children approached within 100 feet of him in the trailer park playground. Apparently he thought it was appropriate to conduct a sex ed class for the children, by using playground equipment as props.
Somewhere after the second trailer park, and the vast expanses of South Wichita Wastelands, we had our BN at the mouth of a tunnel running underneath the highway. Kudos to BP for picking such a scenic BN—the sun was starting to set and the light cresting over the trailer park was to die for.
After the BN, it was obvious the hare stopped caring about the hounds, and life in general. Markings were few and far between. A bit of shaggy paper tied on a tree turned out to just be the hare’s normal practice of using South Wichita as her own public toilet.
ONIN was at the hare’s house (not a trailer park, but I wouldn’t call it a step above) and we ate wieners (what else would she pick to shove in her greedy little mouth?), drank beer, and had much rejoicing. It was unfortunate to have two virgins witness such a shitty trail, but BP almost redeemed herself by performing a deadbug and flying deadbug for everyone’s amusement. All around, a shitty trail.