Flying Bison Brewing Company
in Buffalo, NY in 1995
Flying Bison Brewing Company is a twenty barrel draft only microbrewery
located in the Riverside neighborhood of Buffalo, New York. The
business is owned by two majority partners long time home brewers
Phil Internicola and Tim Herzog and a supporting cast of about
twenty five individual investors. Incorporated in 1995, Flying
Bison Brewing Company opened for business on April 28, 2000, after running
a five year gauntlet of red tape and various calamities that included
the loss of original partner, Lawrence "Red" Mrozek, to a
motorcycle accident in September of 1998.
Award-winning brewers with over thirty five years of combined brewing
experience, Phil and Tim made a strong commitment from the inception
of this project to establish Flying Bison in the City of Buffalo and
foster the return of what was once a flourishing industry here.
Flying Bison is the first new stand-alone brewery to be located in Buffalo
since the late 1800s, and the only such concern to operate in
the City since the closing of the Simon Brewery in 1972.
Flying Bison beers are the only generally distributed beers made in
the City of Buffalo, NY. We are the local brewery!
Flying Bison draws its name in part from the rich history of aviation
manufacturing that has taken place in and around Buffalo over time.
Our Dawn Patrol Gold, one of our flagship products, is named in honor
of the Jenny bi-plane that was built in a facility on Niagara Street
and flew in the dawn patrols off the east coast of England during World
War One. Our other flagship product, Aviator Red is named in tribute
to our long time friend and original partner Red Mrozek, who has flown
on to the great beyond.
Tim Herzog brings over twenty years of brewing experience to Flying
Bison Brewing Company. In addition to his extensive home brewing
background, Tim has studied at the Siebel Institute of Brewing and at
the American Brewers Guild. He has also completed internships
at Kelmers Brewhouse in Santa Rosa, California; the Oregon Trail
Brewery in Corvallis, Oregon; and the Niagara Falls Brewery in Niagara
Falls, Ontario. Tims work in beer evaluation has earned
him recognition as a Certified Beer Judge. Tim is also the founder
of the New York State Craft Brewer Association.
Flying Bison offers beer styles that are truly different from ordinary
mainstream fare, and are available from no other local source. We craft
brew authentic European and American styles, using traditional high-quality
natural ingredients and methods - absolutely no preservatives or additives.
Flying Bisons two flagship products were designed and developed
by Tim Herzog, who employed his many years of home brewing experience
and a one hectoliter system salvaged from the cast-offs of a brew-on-premises
shop (this system was Tims home brewing setup and is now our R
& D system) to brew literally hundreds of batches. Tim experimented
with ingredients, techniques, and yeast strains until the results were
both satisfactory to his very demanding palate (Tim is a Nationally
Certified Beer Judge) and consistently repeatable. The recipes
developed through Tims extensive experimentation eventually became
the basis for Dawn Patrol Gold a bright gold, light bodied KÖlschbier
with a dry finish derived from Noble German hops; and Aviator Red
a rich, malty, full-bodied Irish Ale with a deep garnet red color.
Phil Internicola also brings nearly twenty years brewing experience
to Flying Bison. An award-winning home brewer in his own right,
Phil (AKA The Thrifty Gadgeteer) built his own fifteen gallon re-circulating
infusion mash system and used it extensively to develop the recipes
that have become the basis for some of Flying Bisons popular seasonal
specialty beers, such as Barrel-Roll Bock an authentic German
Maibock (Pale Bock); and Barnstormer Pale Ale an American Pale
Ale with an assertive Cascade hop presence. Phil has an extensive
industrial production management background, which was put to good use
when Flying Bisons production facility was being designed and
built, and presently helps keep day-to-day operations running smoothly.
Phil also writes the popular Thrifty Gadgeteer column that is published
intermittently in the Great Lakes Brewing News and other affiliated
Flying Bison is presently distributing to approximately fifty bars,
restaurants, and retail outlets in Erie, Niagara, and Chautauqua Counties.
We are committed to keeping the size of our distribution radius at a
level that will permit us to continue to pay personal attention to both
our customers and our product Flying Bison beers are always delivered
absolutely fresh, contain absolutely no preservatives or additives of
any kind, and are not pasteurized. It is that personal attention
that enables Flying Bison to consistently provide the freshest, most
flavorful craft brewed malt beverages.
Flying Bison is a privately held corporation, financed with the help
of our investors and loans from M & T Bank and the Erie County Industrial
Development Agency, with a guarantee from the Small Business Administration.
Flying Bison believes in supporting local businesses. As a member
of the Buffalo-Niagara Partnership, Flying Bison has signed the Trade
Locally Agreement. Our brewhouse, T-shirts, refrigeration, and
promotional materials have been purchased right here on the Niagara
Flying Bison is a member of The Institute for Brewing Studies.
For any additional information, visit the other sections of this web
site, send us an email, or call us at (716) 873-1557.
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Flying Bison Saga written by Phil:
Flying Bison Saga, Part One A Difficult Birth
As told in the form of a toast given at our Grand Opening Celebration
and Commissioning Ceremony, June 17th, 2000.
Come hear me Friends, good people and wise, and I'll tell you the tale
of the Bison that flys.
'tis a tale not so pretty, but I swear it's all true, y'kin believe it
or not, it's all up to you!
'twas ten days ago, and nine months and four years, that a quest was begun,
in search of great beer.
Two men had a thought, a vision, a dream, that one day they'd brew the
cream of the cream.
These dreamers were known to folks all around, for makin' the best damn
homebrews in town!
And their friends all said yes, you guys should turn pro, and sell what
you now so freely bestow.
And they thought, and they plotted, and developed a plan, to make a great
brew for the beer lovin' man.
They'd brew it right here, in the city by the lake, so the folks who lived
near, could always partake,
of the freshest and best beer they ever would know, proudly produced in
good old Buffalo.
Well, they knew that it needed a likable name, one that would grow, and
develop some fame,
and it had to be built on some local appeal, to give it some draw, and
a comf'terble feel!
And they thought of the Bison, a great noble beast, a symbol well loved,
in this town at least.
And they thought of the aircraft, built here for the war, by people who
lived, near the Niagara shore.
And the two they agreed, for they thought much the same, that both of
those things, should be part of the name!
And so, with the help of a third who believed, the idea that Bisons could
fly was conceived.
These three, Tim and Red, and Red's good friend Dave, formed a small company,
and Flying Bison was its name.
And they got right to work, for their mission was clear, do whatever it
takes to make a great beer.
And they said, though we make some pretty fine brew, we should find out
what the big fellas do!
So they went on the road and ran coast to coast, to visit the breweries
that they liked the most,
And they took to the air, and went over seas, to check out some great
British ale companies!
And while they were there, they learned one thing or two, 'bout what it
would take, to make a great brew,
they worked and apprenticed in order to learn, how great beers were made,
each job in its turn!
They learned about yeast and equipment and such, 'bout when to adjust
things, and where, and how much,
and they picked from the brains of the brewmasters there, whatever secrets
they were willin' to share!
And when they got back, they were ready to go, 'cause they fin'ly knew,
what they needed to know!
But, before they could brew, they needed a spot, that they could call
home, and set up their shop.
And they needed some bucks, 'cause it wouldn't be free, when they fin'ly
found, the right property.
So they sent out the word, to all who would listen, that they needed some
help, to finance their mission,
And the people responded, and thought it was grand, and they bought a
few shares, in support of the plan.
And the three they rejoiced, for they'd found it was true, there were
people out there, couldn't wait for great brew!
Now they started to work, on the problem at hand, to find the right place,
on the right piece of land.
They searched and they searched, and the months they ticked by, and they
saw none that suited, or their money could buy.
And old Time he kept ticking and slipping away, and discouragement grew
with each passing day,
But then, just as hope was about to be lost, they found a good spot, at
On Washington Street was where they'd locate, and they felt it was right,
and well worth the wait.
And it came with a bit of great beer history, for they'd rise from the
ashes, of the Phoenix Brewery!
But the place needed work, before they could brew, so they called on their
friends, to form a work crew,
and they came out to work with shovel and pick, to rip out the asphalt,
and sandblast the brick.
And they poured out their sweat, to fix up that place, though they had
no idea, what troubles they'd face
as they tried to make progress, on that old brick and beam, 'cause all
they could see, was the glow of their dream.
But they labored in vain, on Washington Street, 'cause the land baron
there, had his mind set to cheat,
and reneged on his pledge, to make those things right, that just wouldn't
support, makin' brew on that site.
Well it took 'em a while, to see through his guise, but they fin'ly woke
up, and fin'ly got wise,
and they got some advice from a lawyer or two, who told them the thing
that they ought to do!
And do it they did, with no loss of love, told Washington Street what
to take, and where to shove!
Then they look'd once again for some suitable space, four months would
go by, 'til they found a new place.
And then they moved here, to Ontario Street, and thought they'd escape,
from the jaws of defeat.
But that thought, as it turns, was a bit premature, for the Washington
scoundrel, he would not deter,
and like Shylock he tried our friends to enmesh, and made his false claims,
and demanded their flesh!
And though they were right, and knew they could win, 'twould cost more
to triumph, than it would to give in.
And while they debated, to fight or lay down, misfortune would come, dash
their hopes to the ground,
for one of the three would be called out of turn, and ride into the sunset,
and never return.
Of the two who remained, one would depart, for the loss of his friend,
was a blow to his heart.
And the Bison fell down, and was thought to be dead, for it didn't seem
right, to go on, without Red.
And Tim clinched his hands, in frustration and disgust, to think that
their dream, would crumble to dust.
But just when he thought, he might have to give in, yours truly spoke
up, and said "I want in!"
I'd been thinkin' about the things Red would say, if we stood by
and let his dream slip away.
And that thought surely put a fright in my heart, and I knew it right
then, that there was a part
that I had to play in the strange scheme of things, that one day would
launch, the Bison with wings!
And so on Tim's lawn, in the September sun, we plotted and planned, how
it could be done.
And we toasted to Red, with a good homebrewed ale, and pledged to him
then, that we wouldn't fail,
To prove to the world that the dream was alive, and the Bison with wings
really would fly!
And the Bison rose up, and held his head proud, and took a deep breath,
and bellowed out loud,
and let it be known to all who could hear, that nothing would stop our
quest to make beer!
But before we could get down to serious work, we had to dispense, with
that Washington jerk.
So with gall in our throats, and pain in our hearts, we decided to settle,
and make a fresh start.
To business we went, and worked up a plan, and laid it all out, so we'd
just what it would take, to get back on track, and make up for all we
now seemed to lack.
Well, we needed equipment, to make a good ale, and it couldn't be cheap,
lest it should fail,
and we needed to make a home of this place, and it had to be done, in
a code compliant way!
And soon it was clear that to pay for this stuff, the money we had, was
just not enough!
So we went to the lenders, and said here's our plan, we'd like to get
started, but we need a hand!
But the lenders declined to participate, while Red's shares were tied
up in his estate,
surrounded by lawyers and vultures and jackals, all of 'em tryin' to rip,
tear and hackle,
and take from each other what they deserved not, regardless of what they
knew Red would want.
So we stood back and waited, in spite of our need, until they were so
consumed by their greed
that they jumped at the chance to take our last buck, to free up those
shares that we needed so much.
And back to the bankers we went and said see, now we're completely entanglement
And the bankers they hemmed and they hawed and impeded, but after a year
they fin'ly conceded,
and said, OK boys, we'll give you a buck, which seemed at the time, a
great stroke of luck.
But as is the way of this sort of thing, the money that came was attached
to some strings,
and no matter how much, we begged and we pleaded, they wouldn't permit
us to buy what we needed.
And so, once again, out went the call, for a few more believers, to help
a little more cash, free of obstruction, so we could begin, much needed
And the call, it was answered, just like before, 'cause our fam'ly of
shareholders wanted some more!
So, with money in hand, we were rarin' to go, to get on with the job,
but it just wasn't so!
'cause before we could lay even one brick, we had to obtain a building
And to get one of those, we had to have plans, which had to be done, by
an engineer man.
And so we endured another delay, while the plans were drawn up in two
months and a day,
and wouldn't you know, when the plans were complete, that wasn't the last
of the roadblocks we'd meet!
For right in our path was a mighty brick wall, the uncivil servants, down
at old city hall!
First it was Zoning, which caused more delay, while we waited to hear
what they had to say,
and then the inspectors stepped up to the plate, and took their best shot,
to make us more late!
But this time it really was not a surprise, we'd been there before, and
knew they'd devise
some new regulations or other such stuff, to cause us delay, and they
did, sure enough!
But while in permits they were draggin' their feet, we weren't about
to sit 'round on our seats!
So we called the contractors to take a look see, and figure out what,
they'd ask for a fee,
to do all the plumbing, electric, and such, 'cause the City boys wouldn't
let us do too much!
And when the bids came, we nearly expired, 'cause the engineer man that
we had to hire
didn't have much of a brewery slant, and he spec'd out the place like
a nuclear plant!
And needless to say it would cost us a lot, to do it that way, much more
than we'd got!
So back to the jobbers we went and said, guys, what if we look at this
And some of 'em made a suggestion or two, that brought down the cost,
to what we could do.
So we got 'em lined up, and proceeded to wait, while the permits were
gettin' even more late!
And Tim he call'd up, the Fire Code Chief, and asked him to give us a
but all we got there was some catch-twenty-twos, and a mentality that
was set to refuse!
And while we were waiting, and standing around, the vacuum was makin'
a sickening sound
as it sucked up our money at ominous pace, and it looked once again, like
we'd lose the race.
But Tim wasn't one, and neither am I, to ever lay down, or ever say die!
And we weren't gonna let, some petty bureaucrat, get in our way, or lay
us out flat!
And the Bison he got a red glow in his eye, blew smoke from his nose,
and made a war cry!
For 'twas then we decided enough was enough, we weren't gonna take any
more of this stuff!
And Tim got on the phone, and he started to call, the beer lovers he knew,
down at old city hall!
And some that he called, were by the good graces, people who held some
pretty high places!
And what happen'd then, well, one only can guess, but I'll bet the permit
boys were under some stress,
'cause it wasn't too long before they came through, and officially blessed
the work we would do!
And so the contractors were fin'ly let loose, to turn on the water, and
turn on the juice,
and build the great wall, and the touring room here, and install the equipment,
so we could make beer!
Now lest you should think 'twas all downhill from there, truth is, we
really hadn't a prayer,
of movin' ahead at some reason'ble pace, 'cause there were still plenty,
of problems to face!
Y'see, while we waited for permits and things, the calendar shifted from
winter to spring,
and the weather got nice, and the snow went away, and the contractors
now could work outdoors all day!
So we had to settle, for weekends and nights, and it seemed to drag on,
with no end in sight!
But we rolled up our sleeves, and invested more sweat, and we hammered
and sawed, and got deeper in debt.
And we pushed and we pulled to keep up the pace, 'cause we couldn't afford
even one day to waste!
But the passing of time was out of our hands, for the city inspectors
arrived with demands
to change this, and fix that, and oh, by the way, bend over boys, and
get ready to pay!
Not unexpected, but still hard to take, yeah, they forced us to bend,
but we didn't break!
And we kept pushin' on, through all the red tape, and red ink enough to
fill up a lake!
While the hot days of summer were ticking away, and bills kept arriving,
that we had to pay,
the total of which, was quite a bit more, than our financial plan, was
So, back to the bank we went in a flash, to see if they'd part with a
little more cash,
and this time we got a pleasant surprise, when the bankers said sure,
we'll back ya guys!
Just fill out this mountain of forms to apply, which we did, and then
waited, to get a reply.
But while we were waiting, we didn't hold back, there was work to be done,
and we kept it on track.
And we woulda done better, but Tim broke his toe, while puttin' up wallboard,
And tho' there were none to witness the act, there's no betting man would
challenge the fact
that this was a thing ordained by the fates, 'cause Tim is the guy who
gets all of the breaks!
Ah, but back to the story of how we got here, got out from under, and
got to make beer!
'twas the height of the summer, August was nigh, we were prayin' for rain,
'cause our concrete guy
was booked for the season, and said that our floor, would just have to
wait, until a downpour
prevented his guys from workin' outside, and this was the drought, of
And so we resigned ourselves to our fate, and dug ourselves in, for another
But then a great stroke of luck came our way, on one outrageously hot
when the workmen were droppin' like flies from the heat, so they came
inside, and poured our concrete!
But perish the thought that we'd get away, with a bit of good luck, without
some dues to pay!
And sure as can be, our good luck was undone, by another delay, on the
Yes the SBA boys, who had final say, over our loan, in their bureaucratic
had bigger fish to fry, and just couldn't see, their way clear to act,
with some urgency!
And glaciers move faster than these guys can pace, while they cover their
butts with a paperwork trace,
that leads over, around, and under, and through, as if we had nothin better
And while we were waitin', for a loan closin' day, more time and more
money, were bleedin' away!
When time fin'ly came, for closin' the loan, our checking account was
dry as a bone!
And thanks to the help of our government friends, the money we got, still
wouldn't meet ends!
'cause after the fees and such they piled on, a hefty percent was already
But we tightened our belts, and got back in gear, for one final push,
toward our goal to make beer!
And we found a few more of the faithful to take, the last of our shares
to give us our stake.
Then we painted the walls and we painted the floor, we painted the ceiling,
and then painted some more!
We hand-built the cooler, and the boiler room too, and the lab and the
office, before we were through!
We moved our equipment, and put it on site, and had it installed,
while we worked day and night
to finish the details and tie the loose ends, and find what ain't right,
and then make amends!
And while we were workin' to close up th' gaps, we kept gettin new ones,
thrown in our laps,
with a "not included" there, and a "that costs extra"
here, and an over-budget pricetag on that piece of needed gear!
And "the rules have all changed, since your plans got approval, and
you'll now have to fix it, or we'll seek your removal!"
But we fought our way through ev'ry new crisis, and dealt with a pile
of last minute surprises.
'til one day we walked in and looked all around, and nary a job to be
done could be found!
In all it took more than nine months to that day, after waiting four years
to get under way,
to build and install and paint and erect, and wire and pipe and test and
But now we were ready, to take that last step, and apply for our license,
with the BTAF!
And let's not forget the New York SLA, and a long list of folks that we
had to pay,
so they could tell us to do this and do that, before we could put our
first brew in the vat!
And did it take long to pass through this test, surely the answer is easy
It seemed like forever, how could it not, but after Twelve weeks, we finally
a small piece of paper, so tiny it seems, our license to brew, the key
to our dreams!
And with that in hand, to give us the right, the countdown began, to finally
We fired up the engines, and did a test brew, which didn't turn out like
we wanted it to.
No! I'll not give the details yer probably after, but I will tell ya this
- it was a disaster!
'cause our fancy equipment, for which we paid dear, told lies we believed,
and so ruined the beer!
And there's none to compare with th' heartbreak and pain, when ya pour
twenty barrels of beer down th' drain!
But from that dark hour came a wee bit of good, 'cause all that went wrong
was ev'rything that could!
And we learn'd all the lessons we might in a year, and all that it cost
us was one batch of beer,
when it could've been two, or five, or thirteen, I guess we got lucky,
if ya know what I mean!
But there was no time to reflect on our luck, cause we'd about spent our
very last buck!
So we made some adjustments, and tasted a few, then got down to
work, and made our next brew!
And this time ev'rything worked as it should, and the beer that we made,
was pretty damn good!
But just to be sure, we did it again, four times in all, from beginning
And we filled up the tanks, and the kegs to deliver, and looked to this
day with our hearts all aquiver!
But we still had to wait out a tense time or two, for our brand registrations
to fin'ly come through!
Oh, we had our license, but th' way that they tell it, it was only to
brew, we still couldn't sell it!
So we went another round with nitpicking fools, and their bloodsucking
fees, and their assinine rules,
and tho' it seem'd sure we'd fall to defeat, at the end of th' round,
we were still on our feet,
and set to push on for one final try, at makin' the Bison ready to fly!
So we got out the checklist and did an inspection, lest some final glitch
escape our detection!
And with preflight all done, all checked fore to aft, and the Bison proclaimed
an airworthy craft,
we've gathered you here, on this momentous day, to witness first hand,
what we have to say!
That all of the waiting is finally past, and the Bison is ready to take
off at last!
It sits on the runway, all shiny and bright, all tuned up, and fueled
up, and ready for flight!
The engines are running, the runway is clear, we're set to take off, with
a payload of beer!
And all that remains is to survey the ranks, of those who helped out,
and give them our thanks,
So, thanks to Middle Ages, Mary and Mark, who show'd us the light when
we stood in the dark!
And thanks to Custom Brewcrafters, Mike and Luann, who welcomed us in,
and gave us a hand!
And thanks go to Ruth, for the blessing she's given, to forge on ahead,
and keep the dream livin' !
And thanks to our landlord Sean, and his crew, who made sure our real-estate
problems were few!
And thanks to the brewmasters, Alex and Dave, who gave us advise, and
showed us the way!
And thanks to the tradesmen who worked on this place, and crafted a brewery
from an old empty space!
And thanks also go to Crivellar and crew, who built us our brewhouse,
so shiny and new!
And thanks go to those who chose to invest, and gave us the means to move
on with our quest!
And thanks to Sharon Linnstedt of the Buffalo News, who told the whole
town, to look for our brews!
And thanks to all those, who gave us support, when there wasn't any, good
news to report!
And thanks to the boys in the Sultans of Swig, that brew lovin' bunch,
who help'd us think big,
and dug in their pockets, and in their hearts too, to buy a few shares,
and join the work crews!
And thanks to our friends at Niagara Tradition, Becky and Paul, who supported
And thanks to the owners, who serve up our brew, in their pubs and their
bars, and restaurants too!
And thanks go to Pearl Street's Alec and Nick, for generous help, given
often and quick!
And thanks to the Ostrows at Premier Gourmet, who had faith in our project,
day after day!
And thanks to Pat Mullins and Pete Gottfried too, who built us an image
t'be looked up to!
And thanks to our circle of family relations, who sacrificed much, and
shared the frustrations!
And special thanks go to our faithful ground crew, Paul, Brian, Dave,
and Pete and Bill too!
And thanks to our interns, Fred and Jeremy, who labored beside us, and
did it for free!
And thanks to Bill Metzger and Paul Dyster too, who put us on the front
page of the Great Lakes Brewing News!
And thanks to John Schuler for the gift of epoxy, to seal up our floor,
and make it look foxy!
And thanks to Milt, and also Todd, who gave us new horizons, when they
put us in the lineup with the Buffalo Baseball Bisons!
And thanks to Dennis Brady, the insulation King, fer helpin' us ta manage
the hot and cold of things!
And thanks to Mark Pew, who provided the livery, to transport our beer
to the bars for delivery!
And thanks to our dream team of able attorneys, who helped us fly straight
on our turbulent legal journeys,
Neil Cuomo, Janet Gable, and Gary Gaffney they be, I hope they don't mind
takin' beer fer their fees!
To Councilman Zuchelewski, we give our thanks as well, 'cause the red
tape he cut, could have sent us to hell!
And thanks to Assemblyman Schimminger too, who supported our quest for
our license to brew!
And thanks to Joel Giambra, Exec. of Erie County, for the loan from E.C.I.D.A.,
that proved a welcome bounty!
And let's not forget, hizzonner th' Mayor, who cleared us for flight on
a wing and a prayer!
And add to the list of those we must thank, our good friends, Bill and
Mark, down at M&T Bank!
And thanks to the bunch that I couldn't quite rhyme, there's so many of
them, and there's so little time!
And I hope you'll fergive me, and not wish me worse, If I just say 'em
plain, instead of in verse.
So, in no particular order, thanks to: Our insurance people Nadine
Craner & Kevin Mcdonald,
Our architects John & Sandy Shaflucas, the crew from Criveller - Mario,
Bruno, Michael, Jay, John, & Peter.
Then there's Hanna Kofuri of Kofuri Concrete, Mick Honeck from Vara-Science,
Rocky Nagle & Craig Bush
from Ellicott Paint, Mick Beck from Beck's Dairy Supply, Rod Aldrich who
did our website, Steve Powell for
the mention in his book "Rushing the Growler", Dan Smith of
G&D Chillers, Bob Kuss & Steve Manna from
CES, Tom Sullivan & Dave Byers from Filtration Unlimited, Jim Herzog, Chip
Jones & Joe Frick from Witburn Electric,
Dave Morrison and crew from H&M Plumbing, Al Greenley, Jay, and the
rest of the crew from Muirhead Boilers,
Jerry Wierzbowski from M.I.S., reporters Steve Hodos, Paul Madsen and
Angela Berti & Ken Berlinski from Assemblyman Schimminger's office,
Dan Adams lobbyist for the New York
State Craft Brewer's Association, County Legislator Bill Pauly, Jim Jarosz,
Joe Wawrzynski, Mike Noak, and Bill
Mabee from M&T Bank, Mike Welch, Paul
Leone from the ECIDA, Jack Burke and Dinine Zaleski from the
Small Business Development Commission, Mike Stirrup, Phil Gossling,
and Faye from Wellington County
Brewery, Dave & Steve from Empire Brewing, Jerry Russell from the
Potomack River Brewery, Dave Wills from
Oregon Trail Brewery, Alex & Mike from Sacketts Harbor Brewpub, Kevin
Gray from Niagara Falls Brewing,
Tim O'Day from Kelmer's Brewhouse, Dave Todtenhagen, Larry Stabell, Dave
Chudy, Carl Schmitt,
Mark Herzog, John Burakowski, Jim Mulvenna, Kirk Frieh, Dan Kautz, Bob
Graser, Kevin Dolan, Andy Wilcox,
Greg Goggins, Ray Harlan, Kurt Anderson, Dan Jackson, the Voorhies family,
Dick & Mary Yagel, Bob Olivieri,
all the members of the Sultans of Swig and the Niagara Association of
Home Brewers, Roger Briess and staff
at Briess Malting, Andy Janes & Matt King at Munton & Fison, the
two Ralphs at HopUnion, Dave Lodgson at
Wyeast, Dave Mitchell from Admar, Milt Keeney from Sonitrol, Bud &
Buzz at DrinkWell Products,
And thanks to all those we haven't yet mentioned, or maybe misplaced,
despite our intentions,
there's more folks have help'd us, than them who have not, and it's hard
t'keep track of all the friends we've got!
And tho' names might escape the grasp of our minds, we'll remember yer
face when it's beer drinkin' time!
And we'll know in our hearts you're a friend good and true, who help'd
us to get where we needed, ta brew!
And finally, thanks to our sons, who worked with their dads, and never
complained, we're proud of ya lads!
And thanks to our wives, who stayed the rough course, and let us dream
on, without threat of divorce!
And thanks last to Red, who gave us the dream, and stands with us still,
as part of the team,
'twas his inspiration, that help'd us get by, and he'll be our copilot,
each mission we fly!
Now the order is given, this flight to depart, let its mission be flown,
with valor and heart!
Now, raise up your glass, for the time has come nigh, to toast this fine
craft, as it gets set to fly,
and take to the air, and seek out the horizon, ladies and gentlemen, I
give you FLYING BISON!!