Yes, indeed there was moonshine in them thar hills! During the Depression, one of my relatives did a little bit of bootlegging to help feed his family. On one occasion, my Dad told of taking a trip through Kentucky on his way to Indiana to visit my Mother's relatives. He was stopped on the road by a man who had a shot gun in hand. The man questioned him, wanted to know where they were headed, checked the family over in the car and told my Dad, "I'll have to ride on your running board up the road for a piece" and my Dad asked "why". The man said " you would not get through this area alive unless they see me with you!" They were on the lookout for revenuers. When the car got to a certain point, the man told Daddy that he'd get off there. My family were on their merry way, it's possible that they took a different route back to TN to avoid another encounter like that. As a child in the 40's, our next door neighbor "ran bootleg liquor" because our country was "dry". The funny part of this is that the man was working for the sheriff's department. My husband can tell some wild tales of his step-father "running bootleg liquor" and the police chases that took place. They sound more like "Smoky and the Bandit" trying to "shake" the sheriff's because he went across state lines! Just to let you know this really did happen in the "good ole days." Carolyn