Ahh Saturday, I have started to look forward to this part of the weekend more and more. After all I have a legitimate excuse to try new beers and I can write about it.
I wonder how long "Its Beer Saturday" is going to work as an excuse with the missus...
So Grab your Camo, Lace up your boots and prepare your gear.
Today We are going hunting.
What are we hunting? Only one of the most elusive creatures in the wild and a Confirmed Man-eater, so we need to be sure to be prepared.
Lets get our packs ready for tracking this elusive and dangerous beast shall we.
Multi Purpose utility Knife - Check
Emergency first aid kit - Yup its here
Back up and support team- He's armed and dangerous
Ritual Goblet to drink the blood of our prey. This will have to do.
I think we're ready. Ok son kiss your mom goodbye we are goin hunting. Stay on my trail and look for signs of our prey. We need to be prepared here. Its Time to track this man-eating monster down.
After a few minutes Of hard hiking I was starting to worry we had taken the wrong path, or perhaps the clever beast was circling us looking for an opportunity to strike.
My support team and guide did not seem concerned, and I trust his instincts. So we carried on, cautious but unafraid.
Soon as the Terrain became more and more overgrown and difficult we found our first signs of our prey. Scat, left beside the trail plain as day. Impossible to miss and Fresh.
We were closing in, prepared for whatever mother nature might throw at us. With white knuckle grips we held our weapons and creeped slowly forwards.
Then in the distance we spotted the beast. It was a Large Male and his children. Magnificent specimens, but deadly. This was going to make things difficult. A parent protecting their young is a fierce thing to behold.
With undeniable stealth the lad creeped around them laying our trap. We managed to get the drop on them and in the bloody battle that ensued, soon we had decapitated all the carcasses for our trophy wall.
All that is left to do now is the Ritual consumption of their blood, the lads first rights of manhood.
Join us in our unholy ceremony and celebrate the hunt.
(8.5% was a bit strong for the wife and the lad so I added Lemonade to make theirs a Shandy, or Panache in french. More limonade by far than beer in the lads, what kinda animal do you think I am?)
Ok today we gone Belgian. To start we got the daddy bottle, Tripel Karmelite which is originally a 17th century Abbey beer from a Carmelite monastery in Dendermonde. With final fermentation in the bottle this bad boy is fruity and lively as hell. Its worked and brewed with 3 grains Wheat, Oats ,and Barley. AT 8.5% it punches above its weight with plenty of fruity overtones and a hint of spice.
Next are my old buddies Duvel and Duvel Evil or 6.66. Mark of the beast. Duvel itself is a great daily Biere Belge and equally doesnt take much to send you on your way. Also at 8.5% but with a lightness and flavor profile of a Classic Belgian Blonde it creeps up on you. Plenty of Hops and a light bitter note that keeps you company.( I had many a good night with a Canadian friend on this. It makes me weepy. RIP buddy.)
So yeah, I'm all about the Belgian beer today, not to mention I got a Belge buddy visiting. So... Santé
As for the 6.66, percent not satan, It that beer you keep visiting and slides down faster than the lad at a water park. Plenty of aromatics without the bitterness, Its Duvel classics, little brother. Ready to make some mischief for you. Cause problems and Honestly after 5 you cant remember why you never stuck with it alone in the first place.
Or where the fuck your car keys are.
Thanks for joining me, I don't remember why I'm here or who you are.
No formatting had been used cause... I'm high and drunk, done my best.
Please note that All beer used in this post was humanely dispatched and received a proper burial in the Recycling Bins.
Yeah shit I forgot, 30 Days, doing a 31, Given away an awesome antique. Check out my other posts, I done some!!!! Shit I cant remember how many but lots!
Also If I can recommend something... 1 bottle of each is plenty, don't go for gold... I shoulda listened to me.
If I manage to find my bed Imma be lucky. Peace out!
