The story begins as a wallowing tale, but quickly transforms into a wise telling of why wars are fought, how beer is made, and why growing a beard is so important. This is a journey, a revelation, and a grand awakening of the drinking class. Please come in, get comfortable and crack open a delicious handcrafted beverage. I welcome you to my personal story of discovering the craft of home brewing.
The sun took a peak above the horizon and decided it was day.
It was seven fifty eight in the morning on a Sunday. I looked at my hands and smiled. For the very first time I looked at my outstretched fingers with simple admiration. The rings on my fingers nodded and winked and smiled. I sat up from the couch to look down at my two good friends asleep on the floor. They seemed at ease, with peace, they had an air of comfort about them. Their dreams were probably dancing, celebrating, and chanting. I knew they knew what
I knew. I knew we had stumbled upon something very special.
It was seven fifty eight in the morning on a Sunday. I looked at my hands and smiled. For the very first time I looked at my outstretched fingers with simple admiration. The rings on my fingers nodded and winked and smiled. I sat up from the couch to look down at my two good friends asleep on the floor. They seemed at ease, with peace, they had an air of comfort about them. Their dreams were probably dancing, celebrating, and chanting. I knew they knew what
I knew. I knew we had stumbled upon something very special.
I slowly stepped into the kitchen and brushed against some clutter, but instantly knew I had stumbled upon something more. I looked down to realize it was a bottling bucket, a racking cane, and a bottle brush. These were all things I had still just heard of, only seen, but they gave me a smile and told me to be patient. I nodded and proceeded. I meandered and wobbled, and kind of stumbled into the interior of the kitchen towards the refrigerator. I grabbed on and took a break. I gave a gander towards the stove top and told it to thank me. I laughed and burped and hiccuped and then laughed again. I felt tired and like a slobbering fool, but a master craftsmen nonetheless. I was now a supreme heavyweight, a home crafted hero of sorts. I made my rounds, I gave the sink a look and then acknowledged the stirring spoon and stockpot, quietly thanked the sanitizing solution and politely bowed out.
I had acted with humility and divvied the proper acknowledgments so I headed toward the prize. I walked haphazardly but quickly towards the storage closet, grabbed on, and swung the doors wide open - A radiance exploded, a flock of small feathered souls said goodbye, and my awakened soul said, "Good God, Hello!!!". It was something more than beauty, it was stronger than any pain, it was something pure and lovely. I reserved a moment, took a knee, and quietly wept. I basked in the glory. I silently found strength in our newly born 5 gallon batch.
This is how it began, this is how the journey would start, this is the quiet awakening of The Ranch Brewing Company.
- Gaucho
Beautifully said brewing brother. It truly was a magical day, a day that gave birth to a new set of rules in life. When you can create beer, you can create anything! The possibilities are limitless, as is our beer.
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