Many years ago back when there were only a few brands of beer available in NB, a friend came back from the U.S. with a trunk load of Coors Lite. Remember this was back in the day when Coors Lite would be unheard of in NB.
He brought it back for hunting season. He thought it was good stuff, so that was all he brought with him into the woods for our two-week stay, nothing but dozens and dozens of Coors Lite.
Well, no sooner did he crack the first can out at base camp on the Sunday night before the season than he realized he had made a horrible mistake. Not only did he not like Coors Lite after all, but he absolutely hated it. He spent the whole two weeks trying to convince anyone who would listen to him to trade him Coors Lite for anything else, two-for-one.
No one would bite.
He had to suck on each of those cans for half a month, gagging on every sip. We all had a great laugh over that.
Every year since then (we're talking more'n 20 years, probably) all of us three hunting partners all sneak a single can of Coors lite into our gear, and whenever one of us three ain't looking, someone slips a can of Coors Lite into their cooler.
All three of us still all hunt together, and hardly 10 mins go by each season that someone doesn't discover a can of that slop in their cooler, and we all make a big deal out of it whenever we either get away with sneaking it into someone's cooler, or discover one of the cans in our own cooler.
It's one of those "have-to-be-there" kind of things to understand how funny this can be, but it's now a decades-old tradition for us and we all get a great laugh out of it, each and every time, all season long.
And yeah, I don't shave during my two weeks in the woods, either. For all the same reasons as you guys.