The residents of Springfield were not cowed for long. Armed with guns, garden hoes, and the gumption inherent to natives of hill country, they resolved to reclaim their city from the serpentine threat.  In mere months, their vigilance had dispatched eleven of the hooded herptiles. And again, the sidewalks, parks, and porches of city rang with the clamor of life in the Ozarks.
The Great Cobra Scare of ‘53 is an Ozarks style wheat ale with a bite. Refreshing and invigorating, it is as well suited to cobra hunting as it is to lazy afternoons in a hammock. A beer to enjoy when swapping yarns, telling tall tales, and reveling in the stories of your home town. A beer named in celebration of the sometimes surreal lore of the people whose spirit and resilience were displayed during the Cobra Scare. With the same intrepid spirit of our forbears some sixty years ago, rise to the occasion: slay one pint.  Then slay another five. And let our cities evermore ring with the clamor of life in our Ozarks.