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Sep 26, 2024

Guten Abend lieber Leser,

I trust everything is well in your neck of the internet. It’s that time of year where we begin to enjoy the fruits of our labor for the year.

The beer is ready as of today. This is the first one I’ve made since spring of 2022 when we put the old house up for sale. Just in time for Oktoberfest. For my American friends, lemme break this down for you. Oktoberfest starts the second week in September and runs until the second week of Oktober. Herman the German likes to party. Dude, these fools have semi truck tankers that they use as portable kegs. They take this shit seriously. If you have never been, I do recommend it; however, I don’t suggest trying to get into the Lowenbrau tent. Go to the Paulaner or the Ainger tent instead.

Frohes Oktoberfest!

This is a decent enough beer for Oktoberfest. In fact, I think you could serve it there.

We’re back in business boys….

Yes. Rubberduck Brüing swag will be coming out soon.

Next topic…

I took the kids to the “hootin’ and hollarin’” last weekend. As a family we have decided that this particular small town shindig is lame. Maybe at one time they did stuff there, but not so much anymore. Nothing left but vendors selling overpriced deep-fried stuff and tie-died organic carrot relish. Lame. Where the heckie-darn are the rides? How about a game of chance manned by a sketchy Carnie? Were prolly not going to go again.

So….Sunday morning as I’m literally putting my feet on the floor I hear a “bang” and the lights go out. Its like 78 and 95% humidity outside so the moment the power goes out, the house starts to get “warm”. By warm I mean “humid as a damn shower”. I get up and go make a cup of coffee on the camp stove in my shop because……this is happening. I tell the boys to get ready to go….we are going to get breakfast.

I take a quick looksee and find the problem. The fuse on the transformer popped. No biggie….that’s like a three minute fix for the power dudes. I’m just getting ready to call ‘em when no shit the power company truck comes rolling down the driveway. You can’t order a pizza this fast. I mean Johnny on the spot. I tell the power dude what’s goin on and he sends his minion to put a new one in.

Old dude starts to tell me that this kind of thing goes on all the time this time of year…..something to do with squirrels. Squirrels. I’m thinking to myself “what the hell kind of redneck crap is this”. I start to question this and the guy who turned the lights on points out a grey squirrel missing half his fur laying at the bottom of the pole. Complete with lighting marks on him. Squirrels.

I had to carry FarmDog© into the house in a most undignified manor whilst The Boy disposed of the offending rodent, ‘cause FarmDog© was convinced that “squirrel, it’s what’s for dinner”. No it isn’t.

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We started cutting the garden this last week. We began with “flowers”….but no pictures of that. Besides, nobody wants to see pictures of my “flowers”. The Tomato plants and the cucumbers have decided to pump out one last “big ass” crop, so I am waiting for them to finish up in the next ten days or so before I murder them. We may get our bumper crop of pickles yet. I figure we have about three weeks until the first frost.

Here is a picture of FarmDog© from earlier today.

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It started raining again this week.

We may or may not get a shitload of rain from the newest hurricane ….. depending on the breaks.

So, last weeks’ secret mission has been declassified. The Wife went down to Texas for a long weekend with her sisters to celebrate her youngest sisters 25th* birthday. Lots of fun and ya-ya sisterhood pants steel magnolias moments were had. I have not been authorized to release photos of this event (and I don’t have any yet), so use your imagination.