Just thought I would share my first taste of moonshine with my friends! As a boy I would ride with my Pop into town in his 1954 light blue Ford pickup. On our way to Mountain Home to visit a local used car dealer on the edge of town named BXXX Lacky. I would sit patently in the truck as Pop would go inside. After a bit he would returned to the truck carrying a large paper sack. Or as some folks called it back then, poke! Inside that wrinkled up bag would soon be my first taste of Moonshine. Pop my little brother, sister and I live in an ole tar paper shack with no running water and of course an out house out back by the chicken coop. We carried our water from the little Arcadia country store down the road or from a neighbors house depending on which way we were headed that day. An old painted milk can with a lid served as our water jug. It always had a dented up dipper hanging from its side. It was early evening by the time Pop and I got back to the house. Pop and I sit in the living room with water jug close at hand. Pop took a big ole slug and then passed it to me. I took a big ole slug and then washed it down with cold well water. This went on for some time, then after a while Pop said, you bout ready for bed? Yep I said! Strangest thing I ever drank! Pop and I had drank all evening and I didnt feel a thing. That is, until I stood up! From that point on I must say things went straight to hell. The next thing I remember Im stretched out on the front porch puking my guts out. Pop said I did a whole lot of praying and oh my God-ing! LOL! Yep, you would have thought Id have learned my lesson! Nope! That was 44 years ago and Im still drinking that ole white lightning! Just wish I could have one more ride in that 54 ford pickup and spend one more evening with Pop drinking Moonshine! Catfish Jim
Posted on: Wed, 14 May 2014 17:13:13 +0000
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