The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1923-01-11
A NEAR BOOZE STORY

One of the fellows from ranch
tells booze story that is little diff
ferent He said they had been
working with stock and spudS for a
long time and had become more or
less disguised with life and it's pro-
spects and while cooking up a batch
of spuds and grain for the hogs it
occurred to them that it was a little
like batch of mash, and from that
they got to thinking that perhaps
they could change the program a
little and have some booze.
They looked around and got a
suitable vessel to cook up the mash
in, and read up on how to mix it..
They poured in the corn meal and
the sugar and mixed it and waited
till it worked" and then they rig
ged up the hollow copper wires and
heated things up for the distilling
process. 1t worked all right, by
jerks, but whenever it jerked it
threw little of the mash up thru
the tube. That is, when there was
too much heat, it forced little of
the mash thru the copper tube. At
several times they had a little fire.
water in the container at the end of
the tube, but somebody always got
the heat up too strong and it forced
some mash thru. They would for
get to go and regulate the heat and
it would be too high or too low. All
these trips to see about it, became
noticeable, and anybody that came
along had a chance to see that there
was something doing besides cook
ing hog feed.
They began to remember that diff
ferent people had come that way
and that they may have seen more
than was best to have seen. Of
course, they were not bootlegging,
but it might look like bootlegging to
a man uniformed, and they could
not afford to have their little outfit
called still. The more they thought
it over, the more they thought 1t
would be prudent to suspend that
part of their activities, so one of
them dumped the corn meal and |
sugar and stuff. Being accustomed
to dumping sloppy stuff into the hog
trough, he followed his accustomed |
way of doing things and dumped the
mash into trough where a dozen
5Ows and big male were kept.
After while he passed that way
and all the hogs were asleep, appar-
emily. They were laid out in singu-
ar manner, and he stopped to look.
They seemed very still, and he got
INTO the pen and pOked one of them
with the toe of his boot, but she did
lot move. He kicked another one
and there was nothing doing. All
If them were in the same condition,
yet on looking close he found they
we're all breathing.
Then he remembered that it was
nash that he had dumped into the
rough, and he might have expected
hat something would happen. He
alled his partners in sin and they
Ill viewed the remains" together.
they all looked natural For the
est of that day they still looked
natural. The next morning they
we're still lying very still, but along
n the afternoon the big male got up
N his feet and swayed from side to
ide and watched the pen in it's
ueer movements. His hogship !.
eemed seasick and fed the fishes at
ines, and occasionally a sow got
p and performed in like manner.
lone of the men knew how the hogs
ad performed between the time
hey took the mash and the time
hey got down dead drunk. Nobody I
appened to come along and see s
hat performance, whatever it was, j
D we can't tell you about it.
When the story-teller got to what =
e supposed was the finish, we re
larked, "Then you didn't master
lie fine art Of extracting the kick?"
nd he replied, ooh, we eat the i
lash ourselves now" :