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Damned if I can remember my first beer. It musta been a 12-pack.

PBR

Coors
Ain't no downstream beer

I was in high school in the late 1960's and my first beer would have either been a PBR or a Rolling Rock, I cannot remember exactly.

Bud.
My father used to pour himself a Bud before the baseball game with Pee Wee and Diz came on. After he filled his glass there would be about 1/2 ounce left in the can and when were 10 or 12 my brothers and I would see who could ask for “the sip” first.

Schlitz at 17.

kwg

Mine was about 63 to 65 (I was around 5 to 8 yo) years ago, a malt liquor also…..Gobels! My Dad would give my brother and myself a sip! memtb

I think it was a Budweiser when I was allowed to drink one beer on family day in Army BCT. That was 46 years ago.

Schlitz

My first was a jelly-jar glass of my grandfather's home brew...a beautiful, pilsener-style brew. I would sit at his kitchen table in the afternoon with him and his cronies while they played cribbage or King Pied and opened a few quarts of it. This was about '55 or '56. I wasn't old enough to go to school yet. They didn't seem to mind. My mother sure as hell did!

My first was an Oly and the second was an Old Style.

Me and a good buddy were in eighth grade and decided we better steal some beer from our Dads for our upcoming bird hunting/camping trip. I helped myself to two Olys and he nabbed two Old Styles. We rode our motorbikes about 10 miles from town loaded each with a cooler of frozen water jugs, "our" beers, some lunch, our Boy Scout packs and our old beat-up Winchester Model 12 12-gauge shotguns with a box of shells each (shotguns were earned from bucking bales, picking rock and doing other farm/ranch work). We shot several Huns and a Sagehen the first day then grilled them over an open fire of cottonwood. Of course, we both had to be "men" by drinking those beers with our feast. We were giddy to say the least and later had to pee several times that night. We had a grand time. I will never forget those three days of hunting upland birds and ducks. The nighttime sky was filled with stars and the milky way. Coyotes were yipping and yapping. We saw the northern lights too.

Btw, my Grandpa and my buddy's Grandpa were good friends as young guys. They went off together to World War I and made it back home together too. My buddy's Grandpa got gassed somewhere in France and had a permanent red rash on his face, neck and hands. Our Grandpas always hunted upland birds and waterfowl together through the years. I hope they are in heaven having a beer together tonight after a fun day in the field.

I drank a lot of miller lite and budweiser the summer after 8th grade...not sure which came first.

I was about 10, cutting my German Great Grandma's grass. Stifling hot day, she called me in to cool off, and poured me an ice cold Schmidt's beer. And so it began...

Shifts malt ligour being out any memory