Mr GM, I submit the following as the Hash Scribe...but I think I might have been drinking heavily so I'm not sure how accurate it is:

For some reason WRH3 did trail in Macon this week. After the 7 hour ride to get there, things turned out really well. Oh well, after BHN and a band of drunks called from the hare's driveway to ask where the house was. Uhm, at the other end of the driveway...duh.

Wandering Woo and Too Old were our wonderful hares. The trail was pre-laid and thank goodness, the hares didn't even try to pretend it wasn't. It started out with a hare arrow that didn't point exactly the way trail went. The pack's confidence in the hares' ability to mark trail was very low...but the hares did an excellent job of marking from then on. Trail went through woods, on trails, through a clear cut, by railroad tracks, and generally around in circles to include a figure 8. The pack seemed to enjoy it without too many shiggy marks on the hounds at the end...except for the back of Dr Do Me's legs. (the backs of her legs???)

Even though trail was an A to A to A...some people still managed to get lost, come in from the wrong direction, and go back on the trail again after they were done (I won't mention any names, Flipper). We also had two beer-bimbos even though the beer didn't go anywhere.

We had a very attractive virgin who said she was from Lesbo-non or some place like that. I think she had very large attractive breasts but she stayed by Two Breasts Knocking all day so who could really tell.

Someone switched Jungle Pussy's chair's DNA with the DNA from a rodeo bull. She didn't seem to be able to stay on it for more than 8 seconds before it would throw her. Despite that fact, Bona Lisa got the hash shit...I'm not even sure for what (cause he couldn't keep up with it last time maybe?). Oh wait, I think it was for falling asleep on some strange person's huge knockers in a bar. Seems like we had a re-enactment but I was drinking a lot. I thought Doc's football block outside of Waffle House should have won it.

I remember getting in trouble for humping the Hash Mantle...and Jungle had to drink with me for helping or something like that. Yeah baby, me and Jungle and the Hash Mantle doing a threesome. Did I mention I may have been drinking?

Anyway, the hares did a wonderful job and would have had to drink more except they were busy cooking chicken weiners most of the time.

I really don't remember too much more besides Hurls and Rectal going into the pool in the 50-some degree weather. Good thing no one did dick tricks in front of the virgin.

On-on to the next beer check

Hasta Buyit