the moment of inspiration
Every Halloween roughly 150 kids swarm our front yard before cascading through the neighborhood to trick-or-treat, or otherwise raid buckets of candy on unguarded doorsteps. Of course, parents celebrate in costume.
Last year, I decided to be a hunter. In the People's Republic of Boulder, CO, hunters are rare and somewhat of a novelty. They are common where I grew up in rural Maryland. I broke out my Woolrich red & black buffalo plaid jacket and pants, which I had picked up for $10 in Michigan. Duck Dynasty beards were abundant and cheap.
I lacked a gun.
I scavenged my boy's toy closet, but could not find a gun that was convincingly fake, and various Nerf guns lacked an authenticity I was looking for. With only an hour before the parade, I rushed to the garage. I found a 1" PVC tube - fake enough at twice the bore of Teddy Roosevelt's elephant gun.
My gun lacked a stock.
Then I had an epiphany. I saw my bottle of Bulleit Bourbon sitting on my tool bench - the bottle was the perfect shape and size of a gun stock. I saw the marriage betwixt gun and alcohol Not only would my gun pour whiskey out the barrel, but it would shoot Bulleit !
That evening my shotgun warmed the chests of the guys and gals of-age with two bottles of bourbon. Needless to say, everyone was happy, and many asked where they could get a such a gun. The Bourbon Barrel Shotgun was born.
On a serious note, guns and alcohol are among the most contentious issues we face in society, but not on that evening last Halloween. I am proud to say that both were used in a way that I see fit, to bring people together, laugh, and to have fun safely. In this spirit, I make the Bourbon Barrel Shotgun for sale. Please drink responsibly.
