For those of you following the saga of The Old Man’s Brewing Company weblog (my other blog) here is a recent (sad) post.
To the untrained eye this looks like a lush field of barley. It looks like the time has finally come to harvest that sweet jewel and mystically transform it into a drink fit for a god. Unfortunately, it is a field full of barley that has been overrun by Foxtail grass. And the Old Man weeps bitterly while sipping the last of the Scarecrow Pale Ale.
Although sadness has taken over the Old Man, he has not given up and has even ventured out into the field to harvest the barley he can rescue. There is not nearly enough for even a simple pint of Porter but with luck, care, and resilience there will be enough for seed for next year.
We at the Old Man’s Brewing Company have also contacted the seed company to see if there could have been a problem with the seed since never before has the Old Man seen Foxtail in such abundance in one place.
James M. Hahn, Author 
