"This is the hunter's badge of honor, which he protects and wears as his shield, to guard, while in the fine and honorable profession of hunting; which also honors the Creator and his creations."
Alas, the Jager girl is still on the sick list and will not be honoring St. Hubert by promoting the green glass-bottled NyQuil substitute. ( I think Jager girls should be given November 3 as a paid holiday.)

The Jagermeister factory is a huge gothic castle that sits deep in the black forests of Germany. It can only be found by consuming a fifth of the dark brown liquor and passing out drunk on your friends porch in the rain. This past weekend I had the luck to experience just that. I wanted to share my visit with the good people of Über so as they know where this magical drink comes from. My guide was a man named Hubertus. I think he is the patron saint of vomiting miserably. Having had more than a little experience with hyperemesis gravidarum, I avoid any product associated with miserable vomiting. Especially one with 56 herbs and spices.