RL:

I have just sampled it at your prompt. Neat, straight from the bottle.

It has a smell somewhat like Wild Turkey, but slightly more subdued.

It is incredibly smooth, you can keep it in your mouth and swirl it around without roughness or burn.

Very mellow, slightly sweet, slightly smoky aftertaste, no real burn anywhere.

Reminds me of Rare Breed, but much smoother and mellower.

TR

That's good to know TR. I was beginning to wonder if it sucked so bad that you were blocking it from your memory. LOL You saving the rest for something special or just rationing it out slowly as a treat to yourself?


BTW- You sure do sound fancy with all that description... can you translate that to redneck for me? :D

No, I like to save special bottles for special occasions.

On a regular basis, I have Rare Breed, Gentleman Jack, Knob Creek, etc.

For special occasions, I have Blanton's, Booker's, and now Pappy Van Winkle's.

Translation: I lak dat stuff purty damn good, I guarantee!!

TR

Good to hear you liked it. :cool:

As to the translation for me...

I knew you would get it. Ah'm glad for you to see me, Ah guarrrrantee! Now all Ah need is one o' dem Brownin' aromatic shootguns!

TR

I think I need to try it again with a clean palate before posting, since I ate some really nasty shark before trying this, and I think that may have affected my reaction to the stuff.

Wouldn't that be a form of cannibalism? :D

Not for a remora.

TR

LMAO! :D

Doc

Yes. And your point was what? :D

Damn after reading this thread I feel like I committed the ultimate sin-I just poured three-quarters of a bottle of Wild Turkey down the drain.

Jack Moroney

Oh my God, Man!!

The horror....

You do realize that like SF guys, it does not go bad from old age.

TR

Where is that psych consult number for the VA??? Don't worry Sir, I have an established professional working relationship with those guys and have good contacts with the department heads. They will take good care of you. Just keep that little secret you shared with us in the above post to yourself.... I wouldn't want them to consider you hopeless. :D

you need me to send you to the PTSD gurus when I refer the Colonel??? :D

Well, now here's the rest of the story. I don't drink anything alcoholic, never-well almost never- did. There have been times where discretion was the better part of valor and I have on those very rare occasions imbibed but only in the line of duty. The Wild Turkey actually was purchased for my parents and has been sitting around here in the back of a hutch for almost 12 years. As we are in the process of shifting stuff around getting ready for this new addition to the home my wife found it sitting back there and directed, that is DIRECTED I say, me to pour it down the sink. Still being slightly hobbled by a slower than expected recovery (my expectations and not the doctors) once again I thought that it would be prudent to follow the instructions provided unless I wanted to totally fend for myself for the foreseeable future... I mean what was I going to do with a three-quarter full bottle of hootch that no one wanted. If it will make you all feel better I will take the empty bottle out and shoot it tomorrow so that it dies a proper death. I was thinking about concocting my own physical therapy biathalon anyway. I have been walking laps up and back a 500 foot driveway and thought to spice up the turn arounds to pop a round off at a target at the end of every lap. I'll just incorporate the bottle into the target array. I mean hell, I walk sort of like a drunk anyway right now so I might as well complete the set :D

Jack Moroney-trying not to be labled the Elliot Ness of the Great Northern Forest