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October 2012

Into The Maw

Kristen England and BJ Haun started Pour Decisions Brewery a while back, and through perseverance, blood, sweat and whiskey they started serving their beers to the public late this Summer, and opened the brewery/taproom to the public on October 14th.

Sketch and drawing for Into The Maw | 2012

England is buddy from a good while back.  He’s a crazy nut.  So crazy that he asked me to do a mural at the brewery.  He’d pay for paint, give me 100% creative control and access, and bath me in beer.  How could I say no?  Chances to rock wall-size pieces, in a brewery, especially ones where you pick the subject matter don’t come around often..well shit, ever for most people I’m guessing.

This shit is gonna be acerbic dawg

So, I got to work.  I decided to go with the Water Wolf, old Esox Lucius, Northern Pike, Slimer, Hammer Handle, Snake, or just old Pike.  The “wolf” is one my favorite fish.  I’ve been running with him for my entire life.  Catching them on the fly can be epic, explosive and addictive.

A few hours of sketching, a couple days of painting…Into The Maw.

Into The Maw | 2012 | Pour Decisions Brewery | 14′ x 6′

Give me some Pubstitute.


Bronze memories

With Steelheading now in full swing, I thought I’d share this video stroll down memory lane to the days of bronze.


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Back in the Bag

Boy-howdy it’s been a while since I brewed some beer!   Too long in fact.  The inside of my converted chest freezer is cold, lonely and neglected.  This travesty must end.

So indeed, it has.


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Weekend Warriors

Banged out these little warriors this past weekend.  Perfect way to stay busy while the little dude paints, the rain falls, and scratch needs that itch. Damn…I need to brew some beer.

Grizz Brook | 2012 | Pen and ink on paper | 8″ x 4″
Grizz Brown | 2012 | Pen and ink on paper | 8″ x 4″


I raise a beer to everyone connecting in meat-space; on the river, in a pub, over dinner with your family, while brewing, etc.

I will forever value these times.

On the last weekend of the MN trout season, I spent some time with my wife’s family.  My son played with his grandparents, we spent time with great-grandma, and caught up with other family members that came and went for meals, conversation and connection. The weather was perfect, the pace was slowed down, and being together as a family was the focus.

My in-laws live at the end of a dirt road, tucked into a valley.  Rolling hills and bluffs are everywhere.  A place where deer, coyotes, turkeys, hawks, vultures are everywhere, and even a cougar roams the hillsides, occasionally leaving ravaged remains of venison dinners.  And all around, rivers, creeks and streams hold browns, brookies and rainbows.  One such creek runs not but 60 yards from my in-laws house.

I took a couple walks with my father in-law through the valley and along the creek, as I typically do on such visits. Other family members joined us, including my son, who landed his first trout a year ago right on this creek.  He left us five minutes in though, more interested in something back at the house vs. walking through a pasture full of cow-pies.  No worries.  We enjoyed the walk and conversation.  I decided to bring my rod along, as the creek is full of brook trout, and some browns.  I missed more than I landed.  They wanted hoppers and they were aggressive takers when I managed to sneak up on the deeper pools and not spook the fish with my shadow.

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In the depths of the biggest pool, 6 feet deep and gin clear, I watched what must have been four dozen brookies..feeding, relaxing and going about their life together.  From a cut bank emerged a fish that easily pushed over 15 inches.  A true monster.  He moved to the bottom of the pool, occasionally turning and shifting, opening his maw to flash white, displaying his kiped lower jaw as if it was a scepter with which he ruled.  Left alone on this hard to access and largely untouched creek, such a fish is not surprising, but none the less the kind of fish that haunts one’s dreams during the cold Winter months.

Without doubt, we will continue to travel South as much as we can to visit the family over birthdays, holidays and more importantly, for the simple act of staying connected.  And, I have a feeling I may advocate for more frequent trips…and more walks along the creek.

So Fresh.

As host/professor of Better Beer Society University, I get to teach some bitchin’ curriculum.  Our third class covered wet/fresh hopped beers from MN breweries.  We had Surly’s WET, Lift Bridge’s Harvestor, Indeed Brewing Company’s Fresh Hop Ale, and Town Hall Brewery’s Fresh Hop 100 Ale.  All four were exceptional, and made my students rather happy and hopped up.

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Unearthed – two

Four more works uncovered while diving into old files.  For about three years (from 2005 – 2008) I was working with a hatch/pattern motif, which I still employ today.  These were some of the first to place an object/subject within the composition on that pattern motif.  I consider these to be the foundation of what I’m currently doing.  I rather like Waxwing Moon and Raccoon Moon…they hold up.

October Bronze

70 degrees at the start of October.  Skinny water on the Big Muddy.  Trees make for a great back-drop.  Stripping some big streamers with the occasional popper.  Good day on the river with a good friend.  A simple program for good memories.

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