[tang-soo]

As in Thunder Road, organized crime moved in and changed the whole enterprise. But still there are good 'copper' moonshiners with good potent product!

Two quick stories about my great uncle, Mitchell. He lived just down the road from my grandfather in the hills of Kentucky. When I was a kid during the 1960s, my relatives called him by his nickname, "Marshall." I knew he was a soldier in WWII, so I thought that was a rank and was kinda proud of that. I found out years later it was not, "Marshall" but "Martial" as in "Court Martial." It seems he decided to take a bit longer than was allowed during his leave.

The second story pertains to this thread. It was said that Uncle Mitchell measured his annual corn crop in terms of gallons rather than bushels. By the way, my grandfather, Mitchel's older brother, swore off alcohol as a young man,

[Bob Ireland]

***It was said that Uncle Mitchell measured his annual corn crop in terms of gallons rather than bushels***

😄 The trick in more modern times was getting the sugar; the feds would track sugar sales. When I was on Cagle Mountain - back in the '80s - old Luther still operated a still down in the 'hollow' below me. He would stop occasionally on his way out and talk. I never mentioned his 'business' for a long time. I was suffering from a persistent viral infection one time in my respiratory and I asked him if it might be possible to get a 'sample' of his 'squeezings'. He mumbled that he didn't know what I was talking about and I immediately changed the subject. A few days later his brother stopped by and said that 'someone' had told him to give a pint jar of 'something' to me.

It went down like water but it didn't stay that way! 🤣 You could have run your car on that 'shine'! Good 'copper'! {clean} That ended the virus. 😇

[bitt]

I found out years later it was not, “Marshall” but “Martial” as in “Court Martial.”
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great story.