Whisky Magazine Issue 121
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North Carolina's history with whisky reflects Bible Belt peculiarities rampant as ever, fiery self- righteous preachers condemning all drinkers to hell – paramount hypocrisy from a country founded on whiskey. Ah well, illegal Moonshine flowed then, same as now, wild as Niagara's eternal falls.
Preachers get the boot
Night time, Banner Elk, 1891 - Visiting Methodist Elder Rev. R. M. Hoyle and an associate are snoring in the bedroom of a village home where two teenage boys were accustomed to sleep. Sneaking in by moonlight the teens carried whiskey in their stomachs, and in a bottle. Assuming the sleepers were pals they yanked back the covers, whaling Elder Hoyle in the face with a pillow, yelling “Get up; we've got some dammed good whiskey.” Upon which the preacher cried “Persons with whiskey on their breath (are) the scum of Hell and the rottenness of damnation.”
In revenge the boys filled water guns with whiskey, ambushing the preacher at the church door - “Spraying him as thoroughly as an apple tree is sprayed for San Jose scale” wrote contemporary author/historian Shepherd M. Dugger in The War Trails of the Blue Ridge (1932)
“After we sprayed the old elder he walked down the aisle smelling so strong with whiskey that they all thought he was drunk.” Isaac Banner laughed. “When the old Elder was vampin' and sinderin' about Hell and destruction at Banner Elk, and how rambunctious he was, he leaned over and said to Jim Whitehead; “Drunk as Hell,...