Thought I’d send this your way.

A few of us were down at a private pier in Orr’s Island, Maine last night. Just watching the sunset, eating lobster, and working our way through a cooler full of Champs and a few Sea Dogs.

At one point I walked down to the end of the pier to wash the lobster juice off my hands. Couldn’t have been gone more than a minute.

When I got back, the cooler was about empty.

Funny thing is, everybody swore they’d only had one or two.

We were trying to figure out where the rest of the beer went when we noticed these huge wet footprints on the dock. They started by the cooler and headed toward the end of the pier, then just… stopped at the water.

No one heard anything, no one saw anything unusual.

I didn’t notice it until I looked at the picture later, but there’s a shadowy little boat way off in the background.

Probably nothing.

Still… if Beerfoot’s got a taste for Champs, I’d keep an eye on your cooler.