my great grandparents bought this farm from a drunk world war 1 vet in the 1920s. There were a layer of bottles of every shape and size a foot thick in the barn yard. In the one barn, the guy had converted in old copper mill and cream separator into a still. Up on the ledge in the barn is a dozen gallon and half gallon moonshine style jugs, with corn cob corks dipped in candle wax. It’s a clear liquid and we opened one, definitely alcohol, but no one has been brave enough to try it.