The Moonshiners remind me of the stories my Dad told about his youth. During the Depression there were a lot of stills around. If Dad's folks had company, he would be sent out with a Mason Jar of the correct size to get moon! Since money was scarce, he might have a jar of stew or a pair of socks..whatever they could spare. Since he pot hunted, as did most kids back then, he knew where the stills were and they knew him. So he would come home with the goods.
He said the when the stills got too bad to use anymore and were makin' bad moon, the owners?? would tip off the local sheriff and the Revenoors. The still would go smash, the rotgut would get dumped, and everybody was happy. The good stills and the new one 50 yards away would go on producing!
He also said that among others things the folks had a lot of kids and everyone had a garden in town. They would often have block meals..yes, the entire block would chip in what they had and everyone would have a pail of leftovers to take home.
Happy New Year!
~Richard