My Daddy he made whiskey
My Granddaddy he did too
We ain't had no sober relatives
Since back 'fore world war two!

I once had some moonshine offered to three of us down from Chicago for the Mountain View Folk life thingy (dogwood festival, I believe it was called then). Fella offered it to us was a retired county judge(Stone county, in Arkansas). It was a very pale yellow, he said because it had been kept in a charred cask before being recanted into the old wine bottle he held out to us. With NO exaggeration I can say it WAS smooth and very potent! I also had some in Northeastern Alabama from a bootlegger around Sand Mountain, Georgia. It was OK but still had a bit of a bite to it.

I've been tempted to cut a little still myself, especially after reading about the art of making whiskey in Foxfire. Being as I do re-enactments, making a gallon or two of moonshine seems a worthwhile "historical" project.

If it can be located, listen to the New Lost City Ramblers' album, "Songs of Moonshine and Prohibition". Some real nice tunes there.

CB