Back in September of 2003, my dad and I took a scenic train trip through western Montana. While at our hotel in Bozeman, we stopped at the bar for nourishment (ok, it was of the liquid form). I always like to try local beers, and since my nickname (from birth I think...) is moose, I had to try the Moose Drool. I'll admit that I was more than just a little bummed when I saw how dark it was while coming out of the tap, but what a great surprise! It was so unbelievably smooth and tasted so completely opposite of what I initially feared of a dark beer. Kudos oh wonderful brewmaster! As I write this I'm wearing my Moose Drool ball cap and I'm about to order a few cases (will also include some Scape Goat, Slow Elk and Powder Hound - must try these too!) so I can continue to enjoy out here in South Carolina.
