So here's how it all went down.
I've been getting a buddy of mine into brewing. Yesterday I took the ingredients for a Boston Lager clone to show him the process and let him get his hands dirty to suck him in. All went well with the brew/instuction session and before you know it, it's 1am and time to head home. He doesn't have a lagering chest so I strapped the carboy into the passenger seat (safety first) and headed home. Not all the roads in Anchorage are what you would call "lighted" so I kept it about five under the limit (50).
Apparently I should have been going even slower than that. When I came around the last curve before my turnoff I see nothing but antlers. I know a bunch of you guys here are from TX and have yourself, or know someone who has hit a deer on the highway but nothing compares to nailing a full-grown bull moose at 50MPH.
The Dodge is totaled, I've had a 14hr headache, and the moose was pretty well mangled. I've never been in a traffic accident or ran over anything bigger than an armadillo in my 12 yrs of driving but I certainly made up for lost time with this one.
I guess you can say there are two bright points in this whole affair--the homeless of Anchorage get moose steaks for the next couple of days, and the beer came out unscathed. The cop looked at me like I was crazy when I asked him if I could grab my beer before he took me home. After I explained to him that I was a homebrewer and all that he just laughed and sent a deputy to grab it. On the ride home I gave him a short lesson on brewing and we'll be doing a batch in a couple of weeks. So basically there's one less moose in the world and one more potential homebrewer.
I've been getting a buddy of mine into brewing. Yesterday I took the ingredients for a Boston Lager clone to show him the process and let him get his hands dirty to suck him in. All went well with the brew/instuction session and before you know it, it's 1am and time to head home. He doesn't have a lagering chest so I strapped the carboy into the passenger seat (safety first) and headed home. Not all the roads in Anchorage are what you would call "lighted" so I kept it about five under the limit (50).
Apparently I should have been going even slower than that. When I came around the last curve before my turnoff I see nothing but antlers. I know a bunch of you guys here are from TX and have yourself, or know someone who has hit a deer on the highway but nothing compares to nailing a full-grown bull moose at 50MPH.
The Dodge is totaled, I've had a 14hr headache, and the moose was pretty well mangled. I've never been in a traffic accident or ran over anything bigger than an armadillo in my 12 yrs of driving but I certainly made up for lost time with this one.
I guess you can say there are two bright points in this whole affair--the homeless of Anchorage get moose steaks for the next couple of days, and the beer came out unscathed. The cop looked at me like I was crazy when I asked him if I could grab my beer before he took me home. After I explained to him that I was a homebrewer and all that he just laughed and sent a deputy to grab it. On the ride home I gave him a short lesson on brewing and we'll be doing a batch in a couple of weeks. So basically there's one less moose in the world and one more potential homebrewer.
Glad you and the beer made it through.
