Got everybody's story here beat...
About 20 years ago, my big Indian buddy Alex LeBeau, and I, went for a load of firewood. We were up pretty high in elevation and got a load of spruce.
It was a long way back home, and we had to go slow because of all the weight on the pickup, and the rough national forest roads.
We had gone through all our water a long time back, and were getting really thirsty.
Rounding a curve, we both saw something shining in the sun, on the side of the narrow two track forest road.
We stopped, and Alex dug an ancient unopened can of "Old Milwaukee", out of the sand.
The can had been there for so long , that the exposed to the air side was completly shiny like a coors light can.
We popped open the can and both sniffed it... It didn't smell bad. Alex took a taste...then Me..
We were dying of thirst, and that old "Old Milwaukee" was the best Beer to have ever crossed my lips...
Of course the next day, when we weren't thirsty, we wouldn't have drunk an "Old Milwaukee", if you had bought a case for us for free.
But on that day it was better than a Guinness.