And the App State team would do well to investigate no further. Not unless they want to experience the peculiar phenomenon of lead pellets whizzing at high velocity through the air toward them. Or the sound of "Dueling Banjos" out of nowhere.
When I was at App State, Watauga was a dry county.
“Probably just some old-fashioned likker-makin’ going on up in them thar hills.”
A couple of decades back, I got lost on some dirt-road near the Pigeon River after taking the wrong exit off I-40 not too far from the NC / Tennessee line, and was greeted in the middle of the night by a couple of gentlemen with shotguns who did not seem too eager to make my acquaintance. Went into my best “baffled ignorant Yankee” act (not too tough under the circumstances) and politely asked for directions back to the interstate, which they graciously provided.
Not so sure how lucky I was to walk away from that one, but grateful none the less.