My favorite Moose Drool Moment was the first time I had it. I was working in Yellowstone this summer and as soon as I turned 21, I went right up to the employee pub and ordered a Moose Drool. It was love at first gulp. After that I was hooked.
When my time came to leave the park, I caught 90 going east via the Bear's Tooth Highway. My brother and I stopped in Cooke City at a gas station. When we walked in, God shed his light on a single six pack of warm Drool begging me to take it. Needless to say, the next week my Dad, Uncle, and myself were enjoying Moose Drool on a walleye/pike fishing trip in ontario with my two younger brothers. Thank you Big Sky Brewing Company.
