Sourmash in the woods

One thing about living in 'Keg County', the aroma of cooking sour mash occasionally wafts through the woods. Yesterday afternoon I know someone was cooking up a batch. I wish I could get my hands on some!

If you ever were near or inside a brewery, well that's what cooking mash smells like. I mean there's nothing out here in the woods what else could it be? It crossed my mind to go out hunting for it but several good reasons held me back, first of which is being shot! Second is I ain't got the time and third is I didn't feel like getting all covered with ticks.

As a trucker I've been in quite a few breweries. Lots of Annheuser-Busch for sure. Even as a teenage truck washer we washed the R-model Macks at Schaeffer Brewery in Fogelsville back in the 80s. I tell ya, after a heavy night of tossing back Schmidt's returnable 16 ouncers the last thing you wanna smell early Saturday morning is old beer kegs. At Schaeffer's they were piled at least 20 feet high outside. One neat thing about that place though was that we were allowed to start the tractors and drive them to the spot we set up at to wash them. That was pretty cool for a teenager.

Wow, I just realized that was over 30 years ago. It's just flabbergasting how uptight our society has gotten. Can you imagine a corporation letting kids move their trucks around the lot today? Lawyers and liberals is who I blame. Law suits and political correctness. And where those two meet is the corporate world. And I am proud to say I will never be anything more than just a one-man-band doing it old school.

As they say in old Mexico, AMF!