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New 'Shine Distillery in Gatlinburg

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Grunt:
Stickbender, Wilkes Co was out of white liquor for two months last year. Seems like the runners was stashing the dew in a old broke down house way back in the piney woods. If you wanted some you would go and help yourself and put the $ in a mason jar. When my blacksmith friend arrived to load up there was a crime scene tape all around the house .My friend backed out and hit the ground running. The word got out and everyone stayed away and Wilkes was dry for a spell. It was all for nought though. It seems like the sheriff was notified that there was a place back in the woods that was on the tax roles and the tax hadn't been paid in several years. The sheriff went out, put a tape around the house and never went inside. All that shine went sitting there untouched for two months till someone got brave and went inside the house.   

Hillbilly:
Popcorn was sick (terminally ill) at the time, too. He had moved to eastern TN, and was about to go to prison for a moonshining conviction. He didn't want to die in jail. It wasn't exactly too smart of him to make a video of himself making likker and posting it on the internet and selling it. He more or less convicted himself, really. I always liked ol' Popcorn, but like I said, he was out there. He used to have a couple of signs in his yard made from sheets of plywood painted white with big red painted letters. One of them said "Anybody tresspassing will get there dam ass blowed off by a 12 ga. shotgun" and one said "This property is protected by a pitt bulldog that has the AIDS."

When I was a young kid, our next-door neighbor was a big-time likker maker and bootlegger. Our houses were about a hundred yards apart. He had caches of likker buried and hidden all over the place around there. Once, he had bought one of those hide-a-bed sofas (they were new then, not many people had seen them or knew that they folded out.) He had it filled full of likker. One night, one of his cousins who was a deputy sheriff called and told him that the law was coming to search his place for likker. Jack told his little daughter who was about five, not to say anything about the likker in the couch. The law searched his whole house and didn't find anything. As they were leaving, one of them told Jack's daughter that she was an awful cute little girl and tussled her hair. She said "Daddy don't have any likker hidden inside the couch." She was really proud of herself for helping her dad out. Of course, they immediately searched the couch, found about ten gallons of likker, and hauled him off to jail. I remember once when I was about five or six, I was out in the yard playing. Jack and his wife got drunk and got in a fight. She was chasing him around the yard shooting at him with a stub-nosed pistol-they were going around and around the house, she was shooting and he was running, cussing, and screaming. I thought that was the coolest thing I had ever seen until mom came out and dragged me into the house by the scruff of the neck before I got hit by one of the stray bullets that were zinging around everywhere. I wanted to watch the rest of it. ;D

Pat B:
Steve, you lived a privileged childhood!  ;D

HoBow:

--- Quote from: Pat B on June 12, 2010, 12:39:17 pm ---Steve, you lived a privileged childhood!  ;D

--- End quote ---

 ;D  ;D  ;D

cracker:
Steve that sounds like my wife's family thay all got in a fist fight at the thanksgiving table all of em.

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