When I lived in the Kentucky area, I found it floating freely at the bluegrass festivals I attended. It tends to propel picking parties into late hours. Once had grape flavored shine, which my camping neighbors used to wash down the boar's head they were slow-roasting. Alas, too many of those late night jam sessions, fueled by high octane shine, deteriorated into shouting matches, Rebel yells in the pre-dawn hours, and an alarming propensity to shoot off their guns for no reason. Nonetheless, I have some pleasant, albeit foggy memories of moonshine.