‘Twas the morning of brew day and all through the brewhouse, Not a creature was stirring except for my spouse. The malt bags were stacked by the grain mill with care, In hopes that the brewmaster soon would be there. The yeast were all nestled, their various strains, While sugar chains danced through their single-celled brains. Brewer Jon in his wellies and Copper State cap, Came in before dawn to get more beer on tap. When up in the maltroom there came such a din, The grain

Our pilot system has landed. Brewmaster Jon, aka Maverick (he does look a little bit like Tom Cruise, although his current stage of hair growth is slightly more Last Samurai than Top Gun) is finishing up the installation process and is looking for a good wingman…or several. Allow me to explain. At Copper State, we have a thirty barrel brewing system; this means we can brew approximately 1000 gallons of beer at a time. That’s a big commitment, to the tune of 1600-2200 pounds o