God Bless Popcorn Sutton...
Posted on 06/05/2018 12:04:08 PM PDT by heterosupremacist
This beverage has a notorious record of blurring the lines of history and the law, turning ordinary men (and women) into criminals and common criminals into legends.
Moonshine traditionally is an illegally distilled spirit. Mostly made from a corn mash, moonshine is a distilled whiskey that is typically produced by an individual illegally without a permit. Also known as white lightning, mountain dew, homebrew, hillbilly pop, rotgut and too many more to list here.
Distilling skills first came to the United States during the 1830s with the Scotch-Irish as they settled in Virginia.
Temperance laws and prohibition legislation were passed in several states before the Civil War, but it wasn’t until the turn of the century that the temperance movement picked up steam. By the time the 18th Amendment was ratified early in 1919, over half the country was dry.
Prohibition lasted 13 years. It created a demand for moonshine unlike any that may have existed before. Moonshine became big business overnight.
These days, moonshine in the legal sense has a following. Small-batch distilleries are producing legal moonshine giving moonshiners a new name.
•Shepherd was Uncle Jesse’s CB handle on the Dukes of Hazzard. Sweet Tillie was the name of his Ford LTD/Galaxie in the first episode – his moonshine runner.
•The X’s on the moonshine jugs symbol represents the number of times a batch was run through the still. If marked XXX, the moonshine is pure alcohol.
•During prohibition, there were many ways to transport bootlegged moonshine.
… Faking a funeral was a convenient ruse to move the product. Out of respect for the dead, of course, those with the badge were reluctant to stop a funeral procession...
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Yes, many of the Scots who fought in the Revolution were the children and grandchildren of the Scots who came here as a result of the "Highland Clearances" after the 1745 rebellion.
You could go blind drinking it...but after a while, you don’t give a damn.
Yea,They are almost 100 yrs. too late.
Precisely
At least here they could speak their language, play their music, and live in relative peace
Where I came from there were two kinds of moonshine: loving liquor, and fighting liquor. You just never were sure which you had until it was too late.
The only moonshine I’ve ever had was offered to me by a friends Uncle when I was 20.
I was not really sure if I should imbibe due to it being ‘moonshine’ (I was bartending from age 14 so I really was well versed on spirits by age 20).
My friends Uncle, whom offered me the ‘shine, said it was really good stuff. He confiscated it from a bootlegger. He was the Sheriff in the county we were visiting.
Got to say, damn good stuff!
God Bless Popcorn Sutton...
In 1976, my grandpa opened a bottle of shine that he’d transported in the thirties to California from his grandpa’s still in Oklahoma. All the adults said it was smooth, but all my 12 year-old self remembers was that 30+ year brew tasted like it just came out of the copper. I’ve since had worse, but really never any better.
Rapid Roy That Stock Car Boy
By Jim Croce
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ‘57 Chevrolet
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He’s the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin’ shine outta Alabam’
Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin’ from the man
In Oklahoma City
With a five hundred gallon tank
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
And Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ‘57 Chevrolet
Yeah Roy so cool
That racin’ fool he don’t know what fear’s about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin’ at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of Dixie Dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear ‘em screamin’
For that dirt track demon
In a ‘57 Chevrolet
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ‘57 Chevrolet
<:-)
Shine-on.
1830? I thought there was a whiskey rebellion much earlier.
Grappa would probably be in the same category.
My great uncle was a moonshiner. One day my mother when she was a teenager decided to taste some to see why people came from miles around to get it. She poured herself a big glass and drank it down. When she woke up sometime later she’d torn down the living room curtains and was lying in the floor. She never touched a drop again.
One of my son’s Chemical Engineering profs previously taught at University of West Virginia in Morgantown. He taught an off-campus evening class on alcohol distillation. He figured if the were going to do it, they should do it right.
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