A guy was hitch-hiking through Rockcastle County Kentucky, when a battered old Ford pick-up pulled over. He ran up to the open passenger door and was shocked to see a toothless farmer pointing a double-barrel at him. " Git in," said the farmer, who proceeded to turn off the main road onto a rutted gravel track that wound up and over a ridge. The farmer finally stopped in a clearing, where he pulled off a cover of leaves and branches, exposing a still. Next to the still was a cracked gallon jug, which the farmer filled from the tap on the cooking kettle. He held it out to the hitch-hiker, who took it with some reluctance. The farmer clicked off the safety on the scattergun, and pointed it at the poor guy's head. " Drink, " he ordered.

The guy took a big slug of something that tasted like a cross between isopropyl alcohol and varnish, and found himself flat on his back staring at an interesting array of pops, flashes and shimmering stars in the air all around him. Finally, the farmer nudged him, taking the jug from him and handing him the shotgun.

" Now," he said. " You hold the gun on me while I take a drink."