Red State
As reported by The Roanoke Times, police recently received a tip that an illegal alcohol operation was taking place in the town of Rainsville, pop. 5,100.
And boy was it: Investigators uncovered what’s been described as a large, illegal winery.
Law enforcement photos from the bust-up show buckets, glass containers, a fermenting rack, and other gear used for making homemade haughty hooch.
According to the DeKalb County Sheriff’s Office, a whole lot of illegal intoxicant was seized.
But perhaps the most stunning part of the raid was its whereabouts.
As it turns out, the malefactors were making Mommy’s Medicine at a most unusual locale.
Guzzling Guys and Gals, enjoy your adult beverage compliments of…the local sewage plant. More
Makin Ye Olde Panther Piss the genuine article!!
…so? The alcohol in the ‘shine will kill ANYTHING if you do it right…
I no longer drink but when I did sometimes I’d feel like shit the next morning. Makes me wonder?
The aroma seeps into the fermenting process, adding that delicate nose bouquet.
So is the fermentation “Mother” or starter what I suspect it is?
Years ago, in Al Capp’s Li’l Abner strip, the town of Dogpatch was famous for its local moonshine. It was described as
The booze was called Kickapoo Joy Juice.
I wonder why this Alabama story reminded me of that? (-:
Oh…*that* Dekalb County. The whole Georgia Dekalb County is one big sewage dump,
But you can’t find election fraud?
I didn’t know you could ferment doo doo!
“It’ll Pickle Yer innards”
A Strong Bouquet on the nose with earthy flavors of corn and toasted oats that finishes with a bold nutty explosion on the tongue.
Cheers!
When I ran the lab for an aerospace company in Ca many decades ago I bought a laboratory grad still to make my own water for a specific test we were running. When the company President got wind of it he came down to my lab and asked what the status of the still was…in particular on the weekends. As it turns out he and his buddy (the head of our accounting dept) had acquired 200 gallons of wine from a local grower, so I loaned them the still as long as it was back in the lab on Monday mornings CLEAN! Of course it also cost them a bottle of their brandy which didn’t turn out half bad at all!
A sign that hung in the engineering office of our treatment plant (aka TURD FARM) read:
IT MAY BE SHIT TO YOU, BUT IT’S BREAD AND BUTTER TO US!
Pretty Shitty.
You definitely don’t want to try the stuff made from the corn mash.
AL
53 years ago some guys in the squad “appropriated” some cans of corn , and yeast from the “Galley” (I never new our cooks used yeast!)
We “mashed” it for a while, put in the yeast and let it ferment.
Then cooked, “stilled” it. It was real “kickakpoo joy juice” Taste bad, burned all the way down (so Ive been told) I think a half pint would blind a man!
The things we did in
“Indian Country”;- beside bleed and die. I may seem dead; but still live.
Back during prohibition (and before and after) some people, maybe a lot of people, got sick and died from drinking bad homemade stuff or even bottles of rotgut peddled in the “market”. Some of the hooch not much better than rubbing alcohol, according to a book about prohibition called “Last Call”, which I rank as one of the most eye-opening books I’ve ever read.
One of my uncles who was in the British merchant marine was served some deadly drinks in a bar in Germany a few years after WWII and died from it.
@Ivan
Calling a sewage treatment plant a turd farm, although pretty funny, seems a tad inaccurate. They don’t grow turds there, as far as I know. I know what the input to a sewage plant is, but what the output might be is a mystery to me.