Wit's End Brewing Company

THE STORY

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

-President Theodore Roosevelt

The Beginning of the End…

Wit’s End Brewing was the crazy scheme dreamed up by founder Scott Witsoe (and tolerated by his super-cool wife Heather!). Scott moved from his hometown of Seattle to Heather’s hometown of Denver just at the turn of the millennium. After a difficult time acclimating to that strange glowing thing called the Sun, Scott was elated to see there was such a thriving craft beer community in Denver much like in Seattle. Not long after the move, Scott discovered home brewing through a friend, and fell madly in love with the process. Five years and a job lay-off later, he decided to take his shot and Wit's End Brewing Company was born...