Author: Ryan

Posted: Tue Sep 13 18:01:04 -0700 2005

It all started three summers ago.  I was a youngster and decided to live life on the wild side.  I took a job in Montana working at a church camp for the summer.  I made some good friends and realized we shared a common goal of drinking good beers until taste no longer mattered then drowning ourselves in cheap tasteless water, responsibly of course.  One of these nights me and an accomplice decided to go moose hunting.  we each had a bottle of diet pepsi in our hands and began to walk down the road.   About 14 steps later we forgot  our plot and fell into a comfortable slumber.  The next day our group of five made the 45 minute trip to the glorious city of Great Falls for a glass of orange juice.  While walking to beer aisle of the local supermarket, I spotted something a little curious.  It was a Moose drooling into the middle of a pond of some sort.  I was startled, then amused, then amazed at the beauty of it.  I immediatly claimed a sixpack.  After we left town, I popped a top and allowed the taste explosion flow freely down my palet.  I was instantly to Moose Drool's strong yet mild brown ale, that resembles the drool which come from the Moose.  I came back to California that year, sad that i might never experience the taste sensation i grew to love during my days in Montana.  I spent the next two years in more pain and suffering then can be imagined.  I felt like Dante, traveling through Hell, experiencing the immense suffering of those sinners there in Hades.   Then, one day, like a light shining on top a lighthouse, I saw the infamous Drooling Moose.  I practally cried out for joy.  IT WAS ON SALE TOO!!! $6.79 at Bev Mo.   I bought an entire case and shared the wealth with my beer admiring friends.  what a good night that was.  as the days went on the Moose began to breed.  I noticed a Goat upon a mountian, a bear running through a meadow, and the newest sight, a lone fisherman, fishing a stream in the middle of the big sky country.I have enjoyed them all.  although I was abit sad to see that silly cow that thought it was an elk retired, I have grown to believe that Missoula, Montana has now become the home of the finest brewery in the world, and if you disagree with me I will fight you.
sincerly,
Ryan Joseph Mahoney