I found out later in life that my dad was a rum runner by the time he was 15. His old family barn still had moonshine gallon jugs from those days. It seems the storage hole had been forgotten after he left town.
When my grandpa died...he had three old ‘40 model plymouths under a 3 sided shed. They needed some tunin and cleanin....but they were mint. They held 100 gallons a run...and prolly knew the Dawson county-Atlanta road by heart.
One uncle sold them out from under my mom and her other siblings, along with a housefull of third and fourth generation heirloom antiques....that we grandkids were supposed to pass on to our grandkids.(That pisses me off more than the cars.)
His uncle and protege was Fiddlin John Carson. I am named William after him.
http://www.georgiaencyclopedia.org/nge/Article.jsp?id=h-892&hl=y
We go back to the spawn of Kit Carson and a cherokee girl from the Knight/Wolf clan.