We were the only ones there, and it was a hot, hot July day in the middle of the week. They brought us into a room, opened a fridge, and asked us what we wanted. Ten-Penny Ale, Moosehead, and half a dozen or more other names I never heard of. Ice cold, we would drink a bottle, and they would give us another!
Needless to say, when we walked outside, we had more in us than we should have. We jumped in the car and drove back to the camp ground, passed out inside that tent. I'll tell ya, sleeping inside a tent in 90 degree weather in the middle of the day with a few drinks...it sucks when you wake up. Doesn't feel good.
How times have changed. They didn't check ID. They didn't limit us, we could have as much beer as we wanted...now THAT was a brewery tour!
I have a nylon Moosehead duffel I got there, and I still have it. I think that has done the equivalent of traveling around the world several times over...:)