On a dark & stormy evening, a treasure hunter fought for control of his rickety boat. Armed with a faded map, a crowbar, and a cold can of Hazy IPA, our protagonist arrived at his destination.
But alas, amid the haze appeared the treasure hunter’s arch nemesis. Wielding unimaginable powers, the powerful overload struck, denying our hero his treasure – the wily hunter escaping with nothing but a bruised ego.
We dedicate this Hazy IPA to this brave treasure hunter, titanium hip and all.
