When I was boy tramping through all the woods, up and down streams and creeks, and traversing swamps in search of game rich country I would often find the remains of old corn liquor stills. Most were destroyed by the sheriff's deputies with pick axes, but I would occasionally happen by one in working order. One day while squirrel hunting in new territory I found three on the same branch, undamaged. I often wondered if the owners hadn't heard that Hillis kid coming and slinked off and watched me pause for a look, then pass on by. Some of them used a "shotgun" condenser, crafted of soldered copper. Those were works of art.
There's still a very few, well hidden deep in isolated stream bottoms, but it's not the big business it was when I was a boy.
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