Here’s another little story for you...
We used to bear hunt in Canada twice a year...
Once a Canadian writer for an outdoor magazine joined us to write about Tennessee hunting dogs...
We were sitting around sipping rye whisky and he asked if we had any Tennessee moonshine...
I went and got a jar...I poured him about an inch in a glass...He said, “Aw hell...Give me a real drink...”
Well, after he’d drank about a glass full, he sid he had to pee and went the door to the porch...
Now as long as you sit still, moonshine doesn’t hit you very fast, but when you move around, it comes on...
We forgot about him and went on talking...
The next morning I went out to get the dogs ready and found him under porch still asleep...he’d fell off the porch and just rolled over and went sleep...LOL
CLASSIC.
Love white lightnin’ stories... =D
I may have a couple. ;)
~W