Question about moonshine.

The last time I drank out of a jar, it turned out to be a speciman
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There was the big city lawyer who stopped for gas in the hills. the attendant came up to his car window and offered him a swig from a mason jar. The lawyer declined but the attendant insisted. Again the lawyer declined but the attendant kept insisting. Finally, he hauled out a big hawg leg, pointed it at the city feller and ordered him to take a drink. After the lawyer was done choking and coughing, the attendant handed him the hawg leg and said, "Now you hold the gun on me while I take a swig."

Years ago I worked for a short time in a steel mill in the Detroit area. On the grave yard shift you could go out to the back fence and see a little cash going over the fence one way and a few mason jars the other way.

Aside from radiators and lead solder, another way to go wrong is to let the mash boil dry. When it heats up good you start getting wood alcohol instead of grain alcohol. Then you're liable to wake up the next morning blind or dead.
 
Originally posted by 29aholic:

Personally I am leery of shine that is flavored with anything. Applejack is different cuz it is made from apples, but I worry if someone has to flavor it there is something wrong with. Good made corn squeezins dont need no flavor
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I know nothing about shine, but this was my feeling about flavorings.
 
My Granddaddy made corn likker in Taylor County, Georgia in the early 20th century. He told me he quit when he saw his son, my Daddy, following him across a plowed field one day, straining to walk in Granddaddy's tracks. That would have been around 1915 or 1916. Granddaddy's partner in the moonshine business shot and killed a newly hired constable who attacked him in the street. There was a "war" going on between two rival moonshine factions, and the other group got the man hired expressly to arrest Granddaddy and his friend. He was an Irishman who came into town on a train. He was killed after less than a day on the job. Granddaddy became a Christian, and was very humbled and ashamed of his wildness when he was young. He told me the last "whupping" he got was one Sunday morning when he leaned over to latch a gate, and his Daddy saw his pistol when his coat pulled up. His Daddy didn't think it was proper for a young man to take his pistol to church.
 
I lived on a piece of property in Ga about 50 miles from Atlanta. We found the remains of 7 stills on the property, so I know it was a thriving business at one time. The stuff I saw looked to date up till the mid 60s.

I have an axe I found at one of the busted up stills, it had the remenants of a broken handle still in it. I use that axe to this day spliting my firewood.
 

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