“I placed the two Kegs of Alcohol on a vicious horse; and by noon the Kegs were empty, and in pieces, the Horse rubbing his load against the Rocks to get rid of it; I wrote to my partners what I had done; and that I would do the same to every Keg of Alcohol, and for the next six years I had charge of the furr trade on the west side of the Mountains, no further attempt was made to introduce spirituous Liquors.”
Lemme guess, he’s a mormon explorer. And then... why pack your animals unballanced? Never had a horse ‘freek’ out on me for pulling a bottle of tequila out of the saddle bag...
Looks like you drained that bottle ;)