I grew up in what some would call a hollerp (even if it was in Wisconsin). A very small village between two hills. Most of the people came from Kentucky around 1900. It was all virgin timber at that time so there was a lot of logging AND there was a lot of moonshining. Once, the feds came looking for a particular still. They were given such cockeyed directions that they ended up lost in the hills for 3 days. They never came back. My Grandpa always made his own brandy and according to my Dad, sampled it quite often!