My brother and I traveled to Montana to hike and drink beer. On the afternoon of 8/17/04 we were on the Ski lift on Big Mountain in Whitefish. About a fourth of the way up we heard somthing hit the ground below up and my brother said "Oh ****! That was My wallet!" I suggested that we remain calm, (although without his wallet he couldn't fly home and would have to remain in Montana..oh darn) and continue with our plans to reach the summit and find a cold beer. The very cute bartender at the top of Big Mountain suggested Moose Drool and we had found our designated local beer for the duration of our trip. After a few Drools we rode down to the bottom of the lift and began our assult of the mountain by foot. After an hour of straight up, no path climbing we reached the general location of the "drop zone". I think the Moose helped us see like a moose because while down on all fours rooting through the brush under the lift cable we located the wallet. Now that I look back I'm sure it was the moose. We drank Moose Drool in the Bulldog , Mooses and many other places until we returned home. I've got to get my hands on some more Moose Drool.
