Trail #1307 - "The Yeah Right! You Really Think We're Going to Call You 'Sir Dip' Now?" Trail

Hares:  Dipstick and BP
Hounds:  Puff, PQuad, PPL, Poopy, PBR, Sinnabar, Tina, NBA, ADD, Shit, Princess Peckerhontas, PCP, Stumpy, Anything Goes, Butthole Whisperer, ButtHerFinger, Cuddle Puncher, Hummer, Black Snake Chicken Chugger, Halliday In My Pussy, Which Way Is In?, nnCollin, Snatchajawea, Amanta Feel and Fuck, nnryan, VH1,CIA, Cotton Pickin' Fucker, nnSavannah, nnIsis, nnRachel

One would think that participating in more than 1,000 hashes might merit one some respect.  One would then be wrong.  But it does merit one helleva hash event and party.  Gathering in the covered pavilion area of Pawnee Prairie Park, the pack was ready for a fabulous trail.  Man, were they disappointed.  The hares took off to the north of the park through the expanse of tall grass.  So far, so good.  Unfortunately, that's where the trail took a tragic turn for the worse.  Tragic in the sense that we were led through man- and woman-eating poison ivy, which was apparently biogenetically engineered to reach out and voraciously attack the body parts of the naive and trusting wankers.  It was determined that this was the main reason for the hares choosing this particular route, since the park paths would have protected us from the dreaded ivy.  After trail forced us to wade through the creek at several locations, slip and slide in the mud, and curse the diabolical hares, the pack eventually made it to the beer near.  After refreshing ourselves with libations, trail took us back to the south through the woods, where we somehow managed to stumble back to the on-in.  

Circle went on forever, with the pack feeling they had to be hospitable to the visitors and feign kindness and respect to "He Who Needs To Get A Life".  But when all was said and done, everyone was exhausted, tipsy and in desperate need of showers.  And all was right with the world.  On on.