PHHH #1016.9  (we'll give it full credit even w/o the salsa)

Sunday, November 28, 2004

Location: Pigeon Swamp to one of the warehouses that may or may not be at 
the end of time

Weather:  Better than expected

Live Hare: Dorn Bjork

Hounds: Ouipee, Forrest, Hey YO! Paully, Sarah, David, Count von Count, 
Jimmie "way too much thanksgiving turkey" RuckFutgers

Virgins:  Marissa (poured Jamaican Ginger Ale all over myself and definitely 
won't be back after Paully's comments as I changed shirts) and the 
salmon-haired kid that was all about the popcorn

Time: 1:27

After much confusion over why Dork set up north even though he lives in 
Princeton, the Paully-mobile arrived with the Weepee-mobile in tow.  There 
was found the hare, along with Jimmie Ruck-Futgers.  The hare took off and 
some futzing around occured before the pack, 9 strong, was unleashed, 
nostrils flared, teeth knashing, on its quarry.  After passing a quarry (and 
some disturbingly large balls), the swamp and green-briar began.  At this 
point, Forrest and the Salmon Haired Kid wished they'd headed SS's advice 
and stayed home, or at least wore long pants.

After passing some sketchy apple trees, around warehouses, over route 1 (f u 
cars!), lots of corn fields, and through a pine tree plantation, the trail 
led through more shiggy where-upon weepee caught up with the lazy, littering 
hare.  After crossing more cornfields, the haggard hare stumbled towards his 
truck at the on-in beside another warehouse.  AND THERE WAS NO SALSA!  
Though the granola was pretty good.  DownDowns for hare and Marissa and the 
Salmon Haired Kid (does anyone remember his name?)