Hitting the sauce

From a favorite internet discussion forum.

A civil conversation related to a book takes an odd turn. A guy, let's call him Jon (not that Jon, another one. Yes, there's two.), says that he might learn something from sitting and having a beer with a particular writer with the initials J.G.

At that, two others, who are generally friendly and always snarky, chime in.

Writer #1: Like how to spell John?

Writer #2: Back on the sauce?

Writer #1: So a guy drinks a little too much Scotch, bourbon and beer, plays "Dueling Banjos" badly, then makes love to a small oak sapling, and you just can't let it go, can you? As if you've never done the exact same thing... [I was there, but I don't recall the violation of the oak]

Writer #2: I prefer Maple

Writer #1: You say that now, but wait until you've had a fine piece of Ash.

It's not the fishing that make this sport great, it's the places you go and the people you meet while sitting around the fire burning Prosek.