A brewer’s dream is to experiment with new styles and ingredients. a beer drinkers dream is exploring new tastes... The Bushwhack series was developed with these interests in mind. Our twin, twenty barrel fermenters allow us to create small-batch
Hildegaard's Bitter Pale Ale
Named after Glacier Hops Ranch founder's great aunt - Hildegaard is the hop farm's hop picker and works tirelessly during the hop picking season. She was imported from Northern Bavaria several years ago and has been a fixure of the farm since. At the peak of ripeness, Glacier Hops Ranch takes freshly harvested hops and within hours, they capture all of the fresh, aromatic oils through a proprietary steam-distillation process. Instead of the traditional dry-hopping brewing method using heat-dried, processed hops in a late batch addition, our brewers infused those freshly captured hop oils right back into the beer with the late addition of Glacier Hop's Hopzoil.
judge's decree berliner weisse
Justice is best served sour. This sassy, tart and refreshing wheat beer has almost no hop character. No judgements, but you can add raspberry syrup for a sweet twist.
man bun doppel black lager
Looking in the mirror, Brock put a few last minute touches to his updo. A scraggly hair here, and voila! He prided himself in the mantra of looking good to feel good. And he felt good. On his way out to his 3 o'clock printmaking class, he grabbed his ukulele. There was going to be a jam sesh at The Commodore later. As Brock meandered down the campus sidewalk, he reflected on his 6 years of school; he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He didn't want to become another empty cog in the endless hamster wheel that was the soulless job market. Why didn't everyone just understand his art? That art theory professor didn't know what she was talking about when she said his nude prints were 'self indulgent'. As the sun peeked out from the clouds, Brock had an epiphany: maybe he should move to the coast, live in a van, surf for the summer and then go to grad school in the fall. Man Bun is scheduled for a return in July 2018.
Jorts Munchen Lager
Randy exhaled a shallow sigh of temporary relief. His Gators just made first down with a minute and a half to go. All they need is a few more yards to go to be within kicking range. Three points to win the game. Dagnumit, they really need this win after their loss last week. Adjusting his favorite shorts that he had fashioned from his favorite pair of Wranglers, Randy remembered those ribs smoking on the grill need to be flipped. His lawnchair creaks as he gets up. Ambling over to his Weber, he grabs another pale lager from the cooler. The official Jorts short film can be seen here. Jorts has since returned as a seasonal rotator.
Man, has time passed so quickly, thought Ben, The groan of the lawn mower engine filled the air, the summer sun cascading onto his rounded shoulders. It seemed like just yesterday he was throwing the game winning touchdown pass at the high school football division finals. Yeah, Ben was good, but not good enough. He hung up those shoulder pads for a ping pong ball and a koozie…that six-pack core, replaced by a six-pack o’ cans. Now Ben’s getting older, one year at a time. And his body just doesn’t seem to recover as quickly as it used to. His metabolism is slowing, and what used to be routine weights and long runs are now routine toy pickups, sleepless nights, and the tiring run-across-the-room-to-divert-a-child-from-disaster scenarios. Ah, family life...Ben wouldn’t have it any other way. But domestic life has taken its toll on the ol’ pythons, the cannons, the guns. Gazing over his beer gut at the seemingly endless serpentine highway of overgrown grass ahead of him, Ben finally admits aloud the obvious; “I have a Dad Bod.”
Original release date: June 16th, 2016
Selfie Stick Saison
Currently on tap. Today is the day, Kimberly thought to herself... The sun is shining, she's got her favorite Lululemons on, and her hair is on point. Still jazzed up from her pumpkin spiced latte, she sets off. Her stomach growls. Chipotle sounds like it would hit the spot! Settling down with her veggie burrito bowl (gotta watch those carbs), Kimberly can't help but notice that the light is hitting her untouched meal just right. Her Snapchat and Instagram followers have to know how good this looks... more importantly how good she looks. Especially Dan. She could die happy if only Dan would like her post... just once. Digging through her purse, she finds it. Extending the well-used telescoping shaft of her selfie stick, Kimberly knows just the right angle to capture her moment. Duck lips and... click. The official Selfie Stick Saison short film can be seen here. Original release date: March 10th, 2016
His illuminated beacon wades through the sea of humanity that's imbibing on this wintry Whitefish night. The folks are lively this evening and merrymaking is electric in the air. He has one mission and one mission alone: to make sure his fine people make it home safe and sound. As the designated guardian of the night, no app is needed, and he asks for nothing in return. He is The Ride Guy. The official Ride Guy short film can be seen here. Original release date January 5th, 2016
Lumbersexual Scotch Ale
He gazes out over the vast urban landscape he calls home and sighs. Bending over to tie his RedWing boot's shoelace he thinks of what might have been. He should've followed Jennifer out to Montana that cool fall day. But alas, all he has left are his plaid shirts and struggling beard. Standing up and adjusting his man purse, he continues on. His lunch isn't going to post itself on Instagram. He is the Lumbersexual.
The original Lumbersexual short film can be seen here.
Original release date: November 4th, 2015. Lumbersexual Scotch Ale has since returned as a seasonal rotator.