Junior Johnson Still Shinin'

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Catgirl, Oct 15, 2007.

  1. Catgirl

    Catgirl New Member

    Well, I was in a quandry about whether to post this in GC or Wolfman's Pit Stop, but thought some folks who AREN'T :crazy: Nascar fans might find it interesting also. Legal moonshinin', who woulda thunk it :big_smile:.

    Here are a few links if you'd like to read about Junior's recent endeavors.



  2. Redd

    Redd New Member

    Southeast Kansas
    I never thought I'd see the day... Guess a lot of folks are pondering the thought, anymore. With taxes and gas (along with everything else) so pricey, they think it wouldn't hurt to have some extra income... tax free. Aswell as less worry on the gas bill. Never made or tried any myself, but to each his own. Thanks for posting the links, Tanya... especially in General Conversation. I don't follow racing (please, nobody slaughter me) so I'd have missed it. Was real interresting.


  3. Mark J

    Mark J New Member

    Four Oaks, NC
    What makes moonshine illegal is the loss of tax revenue on a taxed product.
    The federal government loses around 15 dollars a gallon on untaxed paid liquor.

    Even still (no pun intended) we are allowed to make shine for our own consumption. Fire up those stove top stills!
  4. tnkatman

    tnkatman New Member

    Bluff City, TN
    Junior came to a local liquor store during the August race here in Bristol, to promote his new product and sign autographs. If you like "shine" you will like Junior's new product, it's the best I've ever tried and it's 100% legal.
  5. kat in the hat

    kat in the hat Well-Known Member

    WooHoo! I've had a few experiences with moonshine. I like it, but somehow think I'm better off staying away from it.:wink:There is something called Georgia Moon, which is supposed to be moonshine, but trust me, it is aweful. Nothing like the real thing. If I ever see a bottle of Junior's for sale around here, I'll have to give it a try. :tounge_out:

    Great story! Thanks for posting it here, 'cause I woulda never seen it otherwise.
  6. Cheryl

    Cheryl Well-Known Member

    By any chance is it cheaper than gas?

    Thanks, Tanya, for an interesting read!
    Take care.
  7. Mark J

    Mark J New Member

    Four Oaks, NC
    140 proof a miniscule 15 bucks a gallon. Not cheaper even without the "highway" tax:smile2: The burned pistons would probally give you away.:big_smile:

    There is still alot of shine produced around these parts.
    The one truelly dying art is not the moonshiner, its the brandy maker.

    You got two types of brandy. Those that dont know no better brandy and the real stuff brandy.
    The dont know no better stuff is grain alcohol with a few peaches, apples, or whatever else makes a brandy thrown in the jar.

    The real deal is distilling with the fruit.
    Its the old timers that are dying off and taking that art to the grave with them because the younger generations aren't picking it up. Anybody can make moonshine. Thats not the case with brandy.

    Our sheriff's department goes after the liquor stills sporadically. When they do go after them they'll hit 3 or 4 a month and diplay what they got in the newspaper like 2000 gallons of liquor and 3000 gallons of mash. I have to laugh. Thats just what they let them find because they know if they dont let them find anything they'll keep coming back again and again.

    As far as the laws broken they are misdemeanors with a relatively small fine and no jail time.
    The real trouble is if the IRS picks up where the sheriff left off.
    They'll come in and make a determination (guess) at how much the still was capable of producing and how long it had been in production. They'll then apply the tax per gallon and thats what you owe them along with any penalties they deem appropriate to apply. All the while you are still cooking away in a creative distillery whether its in a buried school bus, an old barn, a pump house within the city limits or in a church basement.

    Stills are expensive. Atleast the ones capable of making money. Alot of stainless steel vats and high tech gadgetry. Start up costs of this nature can easily exceed 15-20k before you ever fire the burner.
    Moonshining is still going strong in parts of the country. The methods have changed alot and where its sold has changed. Its no longer a car with 2 cases in the boot running the backroads with no headlights into the next county. Its interstate commerce of the 18 wheel variety with the compass pegged on north.
    Boston, New York, New Jersey ect where it brings unheard of prices.
    The local markets are just pocket money for the Saturday night game of Rook.

    This county is the largest sweet tater producing county in the country. Right in town there used to be a liquor still in a warehouse. Outside of town was the tater packer warehouse.
    They would load them big wooden bins of taters up headed to the canneries up north and make a pitstop by the warehouse in town.
    Take a few bins of taters out of the middle of the load and put two bins of liquor in its place. Once the truck was on its way the taters that were taken off the truck found their way back to the packing house to be put on another load. Not hard to do in the largest producing sweet tater county in the country.

    Same thing with log trucks. Crawl up under the loaded truck to do some welding on the trailer and look up over your head. Wedged inbetween the logs out of sight would be a row of cases.

    There used to be a logging outfit back in the day before logging became so mechanized. The man would buy a tract of timber to cut. He would cut into the middle of the timber and erect a still . They would cut timber and haul timber and liquor out together until it got the point they had to start cutting back to the highway. By this time he had another tract elsewhere for the still to be relocated to.

    Me and Grandma Johnson who knew everybody rode with me a few times to different places and she used to point out all the nice houses that liquor bought. Often times it would be a row of houses as the family lived all together and the money passed down through generations. Nice big brick homes.

    Then there was the best still of its day way back yonder in the NC mountains that was raided. The sheriff didnt bust the still up. Instead he took the still home and set it up in his basement as it was that good of a still.
    It was subsequently stolen from him and his basement.:smile2:
    That still was stolen several times before it fell from sight forever.

    The preacher years ago that pulled up in the yard to speak with grandpa.
    He forgot he had removed the backseat and still had a partial load of sugar in the car. He knew if he opened the door the dome light would come on and his sugar would be on display. He simply smashed the light with his hand and opened the door and got out..:smile2:
    That was a decade or so before I was born.

    The one legged man.
    There was a one legged man in the community when dad was growing up.
    Great Grandpa let him set a still up on the back 40. The man would come early every morning with a young school aged boy. The boy would get out of the car and lower the fence to the hog lot and the man would drive that old Ford through the lot and back through the woods. The boy would take the wheelbarrow that was tied to the roof and load the sugar and corn and push it down through the woods to the still. Once his chores for the morning was complete he ran off to school.
    When the revenuers came they made their presence known and without any conversation waited for the one legged man to hobble off down into the woods and lay down. They busted the still up but left him his wheelbarrow and his car.
    This "land borrowing" went on alot. If you watched folks closely when they went to their mailbox you could tell who was loaning land as he would head back to the house with a big smile on his face. Hardly an indication of receiving a bill of some sort. Mailboxes were used for cash drops. The rent was paid.

    I've got alot of these old stories that have been told to me over my years or overheard by me from my dad , relatives, friends of the family , etc.
    It was so prevelant in this area at one time in a community called Broadslab that you didnt just go to Broadslab (country community) unless you knew somebody and had business with that somebody. If your vehicle wasnt recognized you wouldnt make it a mile without picking up a tail or three that would escort you right back out of there. To this day there is still some remnants of that left though not to that degree. Broadslab has got to be the moonshine capital of the world. If not its neck and neck. Its still where the majority of liquor still busts occur in this county.

    Moonshining is still alive and well in these small pockets where its been deeply entrenched for generations.
    Even in the modern times of my age (40) if you worked for a grocer around here as a teenager you more then likely loaded sugar into trucks or cars and told by the boss to keep your mouth shut. You loaded these vehicles back behind the store out of sight. We all knew grandmas made preserves but knew they didnt make that much.:big_smile:
    I imagine this still goes on as it takes alot of sugar and there has to be a supply of sugar. Yea, I bet some of these small town grocers sell alot of sugar. Sugar they have to buy from multiple places with cash money to prevent a paper trail.
  8. smokey

    smokey New Member

    Mark, when I lived in the U.P. of Michigan I lived in a town that went back to the iron minning days. The population was mainley Italian., and everyone made there own wine.I knew three guys that would half a railroad car of grapes. Anyway when the grapes were all prested out. these guys would put what was left in a still.they would make GRAPA!!this stuff was soo smooth you could drink a water glass W/O any mix.At our Xmas office party I got to have some,I didnt even get a buzz, then I had to stand up and go upstairs.To Make a long story short, as i was going up the stairs my pants fell down to my knees,I fell and broke my nose,and blackened both eyes.Leason learned that night. DONT DRINK GRAPA SITTING DOWN..Geez Id like to get some more of that.Is grapa a brandy?
  9. jim

    jim New Member

    Jacksonville NC
    Great story Princess.BAck in 1967 I was assigned to Ft Bragg NC as a brand new 2nd LT and our company First Sgt was a NC native by the name of Bobby L ..........,.Well Bobby was a shoe leather tough combat veteran,and a damn fine soldier.Everyday when Bobby who lived in one of the local towns,arrived at work in his battered old Ford truck, it made a peculiar rattling noise.Sounded like glass jars banging together.Oner day I screwed up my courage and asked BL what that sound was.He looked at me kind of funny and didnt say a word,but took me to the truck and lifted the tarp.The bed was full of crates with empty mason jars in them.Me being a bright boy ,it didnt take much to put 2 and 2 together and when BL saw the light come on in my eyes said."The only thing keeping you alive is the tight seal on your lips".I fully believed him!!!!:crazy::eek:oooh:The week before one of our soldiers in basic training,part of McNamaras 100,0000, which were felons given the choice of prison or the Army,Had made the mistake of punching his fist through a pane pf glass on BLs orderly room door,threatening to beat the 1stSgt up because he was on the KP roster.BL had promptly grabbed the soldiers arm when it came thru the glass and had pulled the offender all the way thru the window,and proceeded to give him a real ass whuppin then threw him back out thru the same broken window.Then BL leaned out the broken window and inquired if there was anybody else "Unhappy" with the duty roster.Within 2 seconds there wasnt anyone even in sight except the bleeding offender. I think what scared the hell out of everybody, yours truly included, was the fact that he wasnt even breathing hard!!!!!After he showed me the jars, he arrived at work one morning about about 5am,shaking and with 2 fresh bullet holes in his back window.He promptly grabbed a freshly filled jar,took a swig and offered it to me.Now I knew better than to refuse but that one swig served me well for the rest of my life.BL said he couldn't figure out if it was revenoors or hi jackers but they couldn't shoot or drive for s..t in any case.So moonshining was alive and well in the 60s in NC and I havent divulged his name because he might still be doing it!!!!!!!:crazy:I did have a sip of some shine called "PEACHY" down at Santee a while back and it was quite good.There was even a whole peach in the jar.:big_smile: