Gut Rumbles
 

August 18, 2005

moonshine

Do YOU know why illegally distilled whiskey is called "moonshine?" I do.

If you ran an outdoor still in the hollows of eastern Kentucky, federal agents rode around looking for smoke coming out of the woods. That's how they found and destroyed a lot of stills.

But if you did it AT NIGHT, by the light of the moon, you were less likely to be caught. Can't see smoke in the sky at night, at least not as well as the Feds did in the daytime. Plus, the Feds went to sleep at night.

Moonshiners didn't.

I'm just making this shit up. I have NO IDEA what I'm talking about. My grandfather NEVER made moonshine, and I don't, either.

But you're better off doing it at night if you're in that line of business.

UPDATE:
You can see that smoke rising up so high
Like a silver thread in the moonlit sky
Lordy, ain't that such a handsome sight?
Yonder up the hollow on the side of the hill
That's my kinfolk workin' that moonshine still
Makin' Blockade whiskey tonight.

Words and music for the entire song written by Rob Smith. That's one I intend to record.

Comments

I heard a lot of tales as a kid about by Father and his brothers spending a lot of nights in the woods, and they weren't coon hunting. Still remember the professional home made still my uncle kept hid in the barn loft.

Posted by: scrapiron on August 18, 2005 11:57 PM

I was inspired by your earlier attempts at NOT making shine. I have a batch of fig wine that will NEVER see a still. I have figs running out my ass.

If you hear of a nuclear explosion in upstate SC do not expect any more comments from me. This will be my second time to NOT run a still.

Posted by: Ironnerd on August 19, 2005 12:02 AM

I thought it was because the drinker was apt to shine his moon after a few shots.

Posted by: rightisright on August 19, 2005 12:21 AM

Ooh this song looks good. I can't wait til you record stuff A-man. If you sing half as well as you write you'll rock. *dances in anticipation*

Posted by: Alli on August 19, 2005 01:49 AM

I had a little orange tabby cat once. I called him Moonshine. Man that kitten had the loudest purr and he loved attention.

He would go do something cute while you weren't looking, like climb into a work boot and stick his little head out of the top and start purring till you noticed him.

Then when everybody got all fuzzy and made a big fuss over how cute he was, he would purr louder and louder until it sounded like maybe there was 747 in the room. I haven't thought about him in a long time.

Anyway, I never got to try drinking the stuff. I always thought I might like to try some - but if it doesn't taste any better than hard cider - forget it.

Posted by: Libby on August 19, 2005 03:30 AM

You're weird PJ. If you don't like this site, why do ya hang around?
What else do you "dislike" that you hang around, gay bars maybe!

Posted by: TomR on August 19, 2005 05:50 AM

I have a ton of fig trees, too. Never knew what to do with 'em before, though.

I like the song.

Posted by: Kelly on August 19, 2005 08:11 AM

The best 'shine I ever had the privledge of enjoying came from North Carolina. Tried some once from here in Florida, but it was so rotten I gave it away. Sure would like to try some Georgia 'shine!?!?

Posted by: Captain Harley on August 19, 2005 08:53 AM

Moonshine is totally lame compared to homebrewed beer.

Is there really any point in making moonshine if you don't live in a dry county? Making moonshine in a county with a liquor store is like renting midget porn DVDs when you're married to Cindy Crawford.

Posted by: Steve H. on August 19, 2005 10:01 AM
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