Oct

4

Dogs can’t fly, and yet our name is Flying Dog. Cats can’t swim, so why don’t we make a beer called Swimming Cat?

You raise an excellent point, young Jackson. And in doing so, you gave us the most (*earmuffs* KICK-ASS *earmuffs off*) really great feedback we’ve ever received:

Swimming Cat

This kid will one day be king of the marketing world. Seriously.

Sep

15

Some concern themselves with a spotless red carpet, paparazzi glitter, and A-list celebrities for a movie event. We concentrate on a kick-ass show, awesome venue, and good beer.

Don’t like our focus? Buy the latest Star Magazine and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s for a date on your couch.

Thursday, September 30 is the premiere of Flying Dog Filmmakers Spotlight at the Landmark Theater in Baltimore.

Flying Dog Fillmmakers Spotlight

At 7 pm, we’ll kick things off with Moth, a short film written and directed by Hilton Carter – award-winning local filmmaker and Maryland Institute, College of Art (MICA) alum. Based on the painting “The Young Martyr” by Paul Delaroche, Moth is the story of Sophie, a beautiful starlet caught up in drugs and fame.

The night’s feature presentation is Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, a documentary directed by Alex Gibney. With an overarching theme that Thompson’s Gonzo lifestyle devoured him, this 2008 film features rare home movies, audiotapes, and passages from unpublished manuscripts.

The musical stylings of DJ Impulse will fill the intermission and Flying Dog beer will be served in the theater.

You must be 21 or older to attend. Tickets are $15. The show’s sure to sell out, so buy them now.

Sep

10

You’d be up shit’s creek if you didn’t know where to find Flying Dog at In the Street. Right? Right.

Add cartography to our multitude of talents, as the map below is your key to Downtown Frederick, MD tomorrow for the annual In the Street Festival. We’ve got Raging Bitch, Gonzo, and more at VOLT’s patio, a firkin of Doggie Style in the Olde Town Beer Garden, and our limited-edition Coffee Stout as a pick-me-up once you make it to 7th Street.

Flying Dog In the Street map

Sep

1

The DuClaw Real Ale Festival just got bitchier.

Firkins

Over the past few weeks, we asked you to vote on Twitter on the two firkins we’ll feature at the DuClaw Real Ale Festival Saturday, September 11 in Bel Air, MD.

The winners? Raging Bitch Belgian-Style IPA and Gonzo Imperial Porter. Matt Crow doesn’t like to be told what to do very often, but these selections brought a smile to his face.

Thanks for voting and we’ll see you there!

Aug

13

In a given week, we produce about 35,000 gallons of beer. A result of that, aside from the pretty fucking awesome end product, is between 90,000 to 138,000 gallons of wastewater.

Admittedly, there are few of us who kick back with a beer and think about how a brewery our size handles such a large amount of wastewater. It’s an important consideration, though, since that water eventually makes its way down two Maryland rivers and into the Chesapeake Bay.

So we asked Matt Brophy, our VP of brewing operations, to put on his Bill Nye the Science guy hat and explain the process to us. He made our heads spin with big words and acronyms, but we eventually caught on.

Wastewater is first transferred from the brewhouse, cellar, and packaging area to an outside pumping station that catches large particles (primarily spent grain and yeast residue). Each day, a local farmer picks up these nutrient-rich leftovers, which are then applied to farm fields to enrich the soil for the next season.

Then, the water is treated to reduce biological oxygen demand or BOD. Throughout the wastewater treatment process, we constantly monitor the performance of the plant ensuring that we are achieving our goal of BOD reduction.

From there, it’s transferred into an aeration tank where (you guessed it) the wastewater is constantly aerated to maintain microorganism growth. According to Brophy, we love bugs. These microorganisms help evaporate things like ethanol, which contributes to the overall BOD load. Just like brewers create the proper environment in wort for yeast, we provide the best conditions in the aeration tank for a vast variety of microorganisms to go to town.

After the aeration tank, it goes through a weir, which monitors the amount of wastewater going through the system, and into a clarifier. In the clarifier, any remaining particles are removed. (Eventually, those particles build up in a sludge at the bottom of the tank. Mmm, sludge. That’s actually transferred back into the aeration tank to keep those bugs happy.)

The wastewater’s last stop here at the brewery is a fixed media tank that acts as a holding vessel until it’s pumped (through a series of pipes) to the Frederick County municipal Waste Water Treatment Plant (WWTP).

And there’s your science lesson for the day, boys and girls. We hope you enjoyed getting wasted here at Flying Dog Brewery.

Aug

9

Matt Crow wants you to tell him what to do. (We bet his wife would love that kind of attitude.)

On Saturday, September 11, we’ll be participating in the DuClaw Real Ale Festival in Bel Air, MD. And Matt, our Capital Division Sales Manager, wants you to tell him what firkins to bring.

Here are your choices; please pick two (2):

  • Doggie Style Classic Pale Ale
  • Snake Dog IPA
  • Raging Bitch Belgian-Style IPA
  • Gonzo Imperial Porter
  • Double Dog Double Pale Ale
  • Single Hop Imperial IPA, our latest one-off with Simcoe hops

Send your vote to Matt via Twitter (@FlyingDogCrow) and include the hashtag #IWantThisFuckingFirkin – and remember to pick 2.

We’ll announce the winners the week leading up to the festival.

For more information and to purchase tickets for the fest, visit the DuClaw Real Ale Fest website.

Aug

5

How many Flying Dog employees does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One.

How many Flying Dog employees does it take to package a special-edition, 750 ml bottle of whiskey barrel-aged Gonzo Imperial Porter? At least seven.

Every 750 ml bottle of Flying Dog is hand-packaged – a lengthy process that is well worth it for the liquid heaven it produces.

First, our brewers transfer the beer (after it’s aged in Stranahans whiskey barrels for at least 180 days) from the barrels into a brite tank. Brite tanks are the last stop for any beer in the brewery because this is where it receives its final quality tests prior to it being packaged.

After the brite tank, the Gonzo is transferred into a portable, 90-gallon vessel called a grundy. Close your eyes and picture R2D2. That’s what a grundy looks like.

Once the beer is in the grundy, our brewers add sugar and yeast to prep the beer for bottle conditioning. (If you don’t know what bottle conditioning is, don’t worry. We’ll revisit that in a minute.)

From the grundy, the beer goes special filler and the bottles are filled, corked, and caged by hand. Don’t believe us? Take a look at these pictures (taken today) of head brewer Bob Malone and his team:

Filling the Gonzo
Filling it.

Corking the Gonzo
Corking it.

Caging the Gonzo
Caging it.

Then, the bottles sit for at least three weeks to condition. During this time, the added yeast eats the sugar to produce a mild carbonation, as opposed to standard forced CO2 carbonation. Once those three weeks are up, the bottles are hand-labeled and (finally) ready for distribution.

One day when we were having a few pints of our Barrel-Aged Gonzo Imperial Porter, we tried to figure out how many days total it took to produce this liquid heaven. That made our heads hurt. So we gave up and continued to drink.

Jul

18

Seventy-three years ago today, Hunter Stockton Thompson was born in Louisville, Kentucky.

A profound influence on Flying Dog founder George Stranahan’s life, Hunter and George were longtime friends in Woody Creek, Colorado.

In his recent book Phlogs: Journey to the Heart of the Human Predicament, George describes a dynamite-and-whiskey-filled afternoon with Hunter:

One of many lady friends left her Wagoneer behind Hunter’s house; perhaps thinking it would be there if she returned…The Wagoneer stayed through more than a winter, and one day Hunter called me and barked, “Bring down some dynamite — a lot of it.”

Well, I did that, and we sat in his kitchen drinking whiskey as he spilled out his need to eliminate the Wagoneer from his view and his memory. There were fist poundings and many loud “Goddammits,” and more whiskey.

Eventually it became time to act; there is some rationality required when mixing whiskey and dynamite. Hunter hauled a twenty five pound canister of gunpowder from the war room and we went to work. Seven sticks of dynamite were placed head to toe from mid-engine to the firewall, the gunpowder placed in the driver’s seat. My fuse burns roughly ten seconds per inch, I jammed eighteen inches into the blasting cap and crimped it with my teeth.

My rule is “walk, don’t run,” and I made it down to the picnic table with about a minute of fuse left. I didn’t look at my watch, the vagaries of fuse chemistry ensure that the explosion always comes as a complete surprise, which it did.

We were barely one hundred yards from the blast and the shock wave knocked the wind out of our lungs, yet we “yeehaaed!” hugged and clapped each other on our backs. When haying that fall I found a fender that had sailed over our heads and three hundred yards further, almost to Woody Creek.

“Walk, don’t run.” That’s wisdom we should apply to all walks of life. And we think Hunter would approve.

Happy birthday, Hunter.

Jul

16

The Maryland and Washington, D.C. metro area was struck by a 3.6-magnitude earthquake at around 5 am this morning.

Earthquakes are very rare in this area. So most normal human beings thought they felt rumblings from a low-flying airplane.

Here are snippets from conversations we overheard this morning here at the brewery. Most of us didn’t think it was a plane:

“I’ve been having trouble with my toilet lately, so I was like ‘shit, it finally took a dump on me.’ ”

“Wait, there was an earthquake? I slept right through it.”

“I figured the guy who lives above me brought a girl home from the bar and was really getting it on. He does that a lot.”

“We thought Raging Bitch was trying to escape from the fermentation tank.”

Jul

15

We’re not very a very patient bunch, especially when we’re hot, bothered, and worn down from the dog days of summer.

So when that first batch of our fall seasonal, Dogtoberfest Märzen, goes into the tank to ferment for 49 days (the longest out of all of our beer), we’re a touch antsy.

But when this sleeping beast of 100% imported German hops and malt awakens from its fermentation slumber, we’re excited. So excited that we shoot video of it on the bottling line and set it to trendy music:

Break out your leiderhosen and dust off your stein, jungen und mädchen. Dogtoberfest is coming!

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