In the distant future, in 2009, we approach the end of the Big Shag Big Stout story. With this backpost, we journey back to the beginning of this storied brew. Back in time to the spring of 2005...
We are at our camp at Big Shag Lake. There is a knock at the door. It is our long lost cousins from the West - Matt and Joel.
The brew is left to its own bubbling and fermenting devices.
Ultimately it is ready for bottling and sampling.
Boxed, bottled, and into the cellar for aging.
So it begins.
We are at our camp at Big Shag Lake. There is a knock at the door. It is our long lost cousins from the West - Matt and Joel.
Joel begins unpacking mysterious supplies.
"Let there be beer." Joel is heard to exclaim.
The brewmaster undertakes a purification ritual before approaching the sacred brewing task.
Good water is the soul of good beer.
We use Shag Lake anyway.
Master brewer at work.
The brew is left to its own bubbling and fermenting devices.
Ultimately it is ready for bottling and sampling.
Boxed, bottled, and into the cellar for aging.
So it begins.