I remember about 40 years ago I took my neighbor along Deer hunting along with my Son and too young Daughter so he could get some "cheap" meat. I put my Son and my neighbor in a good spot and told them where to watch while I waded thru some thick brush and Jack Firs with my young daughter in tow behind me. As soon as I was thru it I spotted 3 and hollered to my neighbor and son where to look. They just couldn't spot them. Well we filled our three tags. Later my neighbor and I were in my garage cutting and wrapping the meat. We were about finished my wife came down and said Pizza was ready. Jack said he didn't want any Pizza, I said I had some Ever-clear and would make him a Screwdriver and he jumped on that so I made him a stiff one and tried to get him to eat some Pizza to get some food in his stomach but he wouldn't. So now he was ready to go next door to his home with his meat, a big Pear box that was heaping. He was staggering so bad that I was worried for my wife's Antique Carnival Ware glass that was expensive and almost not replaceable. So I grabbed one end of the box and we left for his place with me backing all the way and into his freezer room and put it in their chest freezer. Jack's wife invited my wife over so we could all drink and chat. I notices later Jack getting up to go to the Head, but he never returned. Eventually my wife and I went home. The next day I saw Jack who had a very sore neck with a crink in it. I found out that his wife found him passed out on the floor of the Head and was so mad and just left him there to sleep it off, she was really pissed! Last time he went hunting with me to get some "Cheap" meat.

For as long as I can remember my Grandpa on my dad's side had a brown jug of moonshine in a cabinet in his kitchen. Like any country kid, I knew what it was. It's a miracle cure for anything stopped up from a head or chest cold. One Winter squirrel hunting trip to a thick grove of Native pecan trees on his 130 acres ranch. After a long cold day hunting we bagged a mess of the edible critters and headed to grandpa's house in Roosevelt Oklahoma. On our way home grandpa had me pull down to a farming buddy's corn field, grandpa said, y'all wait in truck and he disappeared for twenty minutes and returned with something in a big paper grocery bag, stuck it into the toolbox. We cleaned the squirrels and walked into the house. We put on a pot of coffee and sit in the den to thaw out. Grandpa poured 3 shots on moonshine, here this'll warm you boy's up. I felt like I'd swallowed jet fuel, cleaned the snot out of anything that had some in it. Cured my cold. Grandpa chuckled, don't tell your momma please? I've never been a big drinker of alcohol, but a little snot cleaner outer and total body warming isn't too bad.

When the first time you took a snort of moonshine?