Originally Posted By DAR <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091112/ap_on_fe_st/us_odd_ditch_sleeper" target="_blank">http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/200..._sleeper</a> It ticks every stereotype box on the Southern checklist Bib Overalls-check Moonshine-check Rifle-check
Originally Posted By Kar2oonMan >>McMinn County deputies found the 31-year-old Decatur man sleeping on his back in a roadside ditch, with a loaded rifle on his chest and an almost empty jar of moonshine in the bib of his overalls.<< That's a very pessimistic way of looking at it. I'd have said the jar still had a swig or two of moonshine still in it.
Originally Posted By Kar2oonMan I don't know why it makes me kind of happy that people are still brewing up moonshine. In 2009. Sure, it's easier just to go buy your booze at a store, but really, where's the sport in that?
Originally Posted By mele It makes me happy too. Oh wait, it's the moonshine that is making me feel so giddy. I'm a happy drunk, what can I say? My great-grandpa used to brew up Everclear to sell to buy my grandma's winter coats and boots. Coolest family history, ever. (They also owned a turkey farm but never ate turkey. Thems for sellin'.)
Originally Posted By Dabob2 Ever had real honest-to-God moonshine? I have. I swear, a couple of swigs and I felt like if I'd had had a match, I could have used my breath as a flamethrower.
Originally Posted By dshyates OK, as you guys know, I'm am a West Virginian. And while yes, some still make a little 'shine. In these days of cheap legal libations, the preference of home brews is "small batch" bourbon. And some of what I have sampled blows Makers Mark out of the water. Also I will say that the homegrown crops are world class. Better than anything I found from the indoor gardens of Amsterdam. And combining the homegrown with the home brew is only for sturdy hillbilly stock. I love taking the big city boys home and showing them how we do it in Appalachia. But appearently tis fellow overdid it just a titch.
Originally Posted By Dabob2 I can't speak to WV 'shine; mine was straight from the Ozarks. And they weren't going for taste; they were going for "won't take much to mess you up."
