Tell me your beer stories

“Had to do it.”

“This one time at band camp...”

“When I went to the World's Fair in 1982 (?).....”

“Crap WK, you beat me to it.”

“I once went kar kamping with Ruby, Dub, Tmac and a few others and took two four packs of Boddington’s English Pub Ale. I like the Boddingtons because it’s high in carbs and keeps ya nice and warm on a cold winter night. We got the fire going, the beers were flowing, the conversation was great (I was being quiet and drinking), and the next thing ya know it’s after midnight and my beer is gone.

Now I don’t normally drink this many English or Irish pints because they are just so heavy. But for some reason they were just going down too smooth. The draught ales are fairly low in alcohol (4.1) and I really didn’t feel drunk but when I stood up and went to the edge of camp to talk to a guy about horse I started swaying and wobbling. I nearly pissed on myself and was amazed at how uncoordinated I was after only 8 beers. Then I started doing the math in my beer soaked brain and realized I drank the equivalent to 10 beers.

I normally don’t drink that much on hikes when I first meet people (after that though it’s on like Donkey Kong!) and I was a bit foggy the next day. Plus I was out of beer for Saturday night too. Bumma!”

“Then there was the time at Nordhouse Dunes when I lost the ability to speak but that’s a vodka story.”

“I've never drank the stuff.”

“Beer and backpacking don't mix, in my estimation. But once kayak camping me and another guy got suckered into paddling about 5 miles and back as fast as we could in a fine fiberglass Australian-made tandem kayak to supply the group with beer. It was a fun paddle and the ski boat down the beach blasting Pantera was pissing me off anyway.”

“LOL...went out to a island off the coast one weekend on a Kayak trip (back in college) ended up sucking lots of brew. About midnight one of my friends makes the remark he has to go back to shore. SO he takes this BIG Stick and walks about knee deep in the Atlantic Ocean waves his arms and the stick and says, "Waters Divide"...stops looks at us and says, "Well it worked yesterday."
Then he passed out on the beach....”

“I was on the second day of a three day hike, deep in the Ozarks, when dayhiker drug a sixpack out of his pack.

He became my hero.”

“Some of the things that guy pulls out of his pack are amazing. LOL!”

“No #&%!$. He is the only person I know that can carry 4500 CI of crap in a 2300 CI pack.”

“He sat down and started pulling out packs of hotdog buns, 5ths of tequila, 2 pound bags of cheese, kitchen skillets, an apron…I mean it was like an extra dimensional space contained inside his pack.”

“Nigal, you forgot the Baileys cheesecake complete with graham cracker crust that I made on that trip.

Somehow I've turned into this mythical food hero.”

“LOL...dayhiker you ever see "My Side of the Mountain" about the kid that runs away with his raccoon to this tree in the mountains to live off the land...LOL watch it sometime and try and figure HOW he got all that stuff into one backpack.”

“On a Sipsey trip a couple of years back I hauled in a cast iron dutch oven. We were basecamping 1 mile in. I also hauled in enough goodies for 3 cobblers. 6 cans of pie filling is dang heavy. I also hauled in a ton of beer. That took multiple trips though.”

“Dayhiker could do it. He pulled more food out of a daypack on the Ozarks trip that I could have fit in a steamer trunk.

He had cans of food in there. He even made a pizza in a rock oven on that trip.”

“I can't believe the guy who has a friggin dutch oven in his pack would whine about how much the pie filling weighs.”

“...and I forgot a glove to carry the oven with and to move the coals around. The oven has a handle that's about 1/4" diameter. That gets tough to carry after a bit. I carried the oven with one hand and a playmate cooler with the other. I had pizza and some desserts in the cooler. After making camp I hiked back to the TH to meet Arky who brought me a thirty pack that I brought back in my daypack.”

“PS, my hands were bubbling while trying to dig the oven out of the fire to check the cobblers. BAMA got a big laugh out of that.”

“LOL! To his credit he did say he just about puked on the way to camp. Something about eating Hardee’s Thick Burgers and then hiking up a 35 degree hill for 2 miles.”

“Yes, thickburgers on the 15 minute drive from Cherokee to the TH wasn't a good choice on my part. We gained 1000' over 2 miles and I was in poor shape from working too much last summer. That may be the closest I've ever come to blowing chunks without actually doing it.”

“LMAO. We call that "bear bait" in the Mountains.”

“On a kids campout a couple of weeks back (car camping) I took my smoker and did 2 racks of ribs. We had a cooler of cold ones to go with the ribs. I had to mention beer to get this back on topic.”

“I went downtown Knoxville Saturday afternoon/evening. The beer at the Downtown Brewery is pretty good.

I finished up by going over the the Old City and polishing off a few black and tans.

I was pretty glad I had someone to drive me home, otherwise, I would still be either in the gutter or in the drunk tank.”

“"polar bear hunting" on the first Quillen trip

never did find all the lost beers on that trip
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“HOI - that was a funny, funny evening around the campfire. That story and the one about kettles.”

“There was this time, I went on a tt trip and drank, and ended up married. Huh.”

“You see, now that's why you don't hike to Vegas.”

“Does this count

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