When we flew back from Denver, we managed to get a few through without being fully aware of how to do it right. It's just burying them in the middle and keeping them apart from one another. It was basically a four packs worth. When we flew back from Asheville, I came armed with my old flight case I used for carrying records and traveling as a disc jockey. That thing was stuffed to capacity, and some bubble on the necks and a flat I grabbed from a case of bomber bottles. That did the trick and I got about a mixed case worth of delicious Asheville only beer back home. No whalez, just the everydays. But, wow. That thing is going to be my travel companion on all future trips.