My Daddy, his brother, BIL and his daddy made whiskey until they got busted in the late 50's. Pa {my granddad} took the fall, and did a year and a day in the state pen in Tallahassee. Crazy to think he was allowed to keep his pocket knife because he worked on the state farm while he was there. Daddy went to Tampa for a few years to work, then came back home right before I was born. Never made whiskey again though. Most of our 200+ acres were bought in their whiskey years, when the money was rolling in.