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That ain't moonshine.
Moonshine is what you get from a shady hillbilly type off the side of a dirt road sitting in a shack with two shotguns on a wall. You ask him if he got any and he says something like "not fur free" with an almost toothless smile. He's got horrible hair a stringy beard, and you get the sense he's the kind of guy who don't wash his hands a lot.
You give him the money first, then he takes a shotgun and walks behind the shack. He hands you the two gallons you bought, one in one of those plastic gallon jugs you get milk in and the other a weird looking metal pot that doesn't look close to a gallon but you realize it's probably best not to argue with this guy.
He pulls out a metal cup and another jug (that he left behind under the table he was at to get your stuff) and says "firs ones on me" pours you some, and you better fucking take it.
Yeah, there's a real risk that this stuff might have less safe alcohols in it, but these guys don't wanna die so it's usually safe so you take the swig and regret everything that lead you up to this point as you cough down the highest proof corn and something else liquor you've ever had.
You politely tell him thank you and he gives you that grotesque smile as you drive away.
Your shine guy sucks, mine is redneck hot and sells apple shine in glass bottles.
That's not my shine guy. That's a shine guy. My brother just wanted to prove it was a thing.
My brother had a neighbor that would get it for him if he asked. Not the one with literal Nazi memorabilia decorating his home, it was a few more down. Nazi guy also had a moonshine source, but, you know with 100% more Nazi.
Ha which this reminds me of a story my dad told us when we asked if there was a shortcut through where we were going in the Ozarks. It was a time before phones.
"Peopleproblems, you don't take shortcuts around here. You stick to the main roads, follow the signs, and make darn sure you have a map. When I was in college, engaged to your mom, we were on our way back from doxable university and we decided to do that, cause my friend (has a name), said he knew of one. We went with it - we came up to a stop sign, and this old beat up truck pulled up next to us. A short ugly looking thin as bones guy with a beard and no hair, with his unfortunately worse looking daughter. He gets out of the truck after he places his shot gun on the dashboard drunkenly steps on over to us and says 'One o' yee need to murry my daughter. She ain't purty but she cook and clean real good. I don care wheech one o' y'all does, but we got e'rything ready. Jus follow us on down 'ere.' My friend says something stupid, I can't remember what, but his response was what I won't forget: 'I ain't given yee a choice.' As he heads back to the truck my friend just says 'Gun it!' and the little Gremlin I was in worked the hardest it ever had. Once we got back on the highway there was a mix of laughing and crying as we were facing a real shotgun wedding."
We were young at the time, so he left the sad part out. Around there incest/rape was a known thing, and she had probably gotten pregnant. He was likely trying to find someone to marry her so he didn't get the blame, she didn't get the problems associated with being a single pregnant mother in hillbilly land, and the whole problem is solved. And he'd do it at gun point if he had to.
Why you doing things the hard way? Guy I buy from is an old family friend and he'll meet you in a parking lot somewhere or you can ask to swing by his house.
Your guys doesn set a cap of it alight to prove it is the right kind of alcohol?
No that's the correct way to do it.
The way I described it is the "yeah you can literally do this lol" way