Spotted Cow Sighting

A few years back, I had the joy of working with the Cessna sales and marketing team, and one of our favorite occasions had to be the week we’d spend at EAA’s Airventure at Oshkosh in Wisconsin every summer. Our leader of the piston troop, while normally a vodka guy, made an exception for beer during that often scorching July-into-August week. Under his guidance I had my first Bell’s Two-Hearted Ale. And another beer-minded friend always chipped in a case of the Spotted Cow from New Glarus.

So it was fitting to find in my hand Tuesday night a cold bottle of the Spotted Cow, as the mosquitos buzzed around me and my cheeseburger cooled on a Styrofoam plate. Popping the top, I drank it down slowly, savoring my first taste of Wisconsin craft in so many years. The next day I’d have a round of cheese curds and root beer, but this first taste of the Dairyland went down a smoothly as my memory had served.