Transporting Bourbon?

[Bourbon Boiler]

I distilled my own white dog a few months back as a present for my brother and soon to be born nephew - the idea being that the bourbon will age with my nephew. The trip to my brother's place to deliver it was the slowest trip to his house I've ever taken with the honoring of the speed limits and the complete stop at every stop sign.

[OscarV]

I distilled my own white dog

I don't think I'd advertise that sort of thing, I assume you don't have a Federal tax license.

[BourbonJoe]

Feds? As in Treasury agents? And not the state ABC? That doesn't sound right. That's not really their jurisdiction, unless they were assisting the locals.

That's right. The ATF.

Joe :usflag:

[Dramiel McHinson]

I too was a Junior Johnson wanna be until I was edumacated during the great Jack Daniels bust of Lincoln County after a rather successful annual JD BBQ.

It seems some JD collectors met, traded, and sold collectable Jack Daniels whiskey where upon they were swarmed by heavily armed lawmen. The lawmen took their booty and poured all of that rare and collectable whiskey out, except for the amount they drank in celebration of their noteworthy confiscation. The law breakers had transported more than the alloted amount and sold it without proper licensure. :bigeyes:

The attending cry of puritanical persecution pervaded the press until someone became the voice of reason and explained why I shouldn't be buying more whiskey than I could chug-a-lug on my way home from work. It's the law.

I have since transported only those amounts I can hide in my bladder or brain. Just kidding....I just burn a lot more gas making a lot more trips.

[harshest]

Tennessee law actually limits how much liquor you may possess, even in your own home. I venture to say most of our Tennessee members are fugitives from justice whether they know it or not.

Yeah just ask Randy Piper

http://www.wsmv.com/video/15169905/index.html

http://www.wbir.com/news/regional/story.aspx?storyid=75440&catid=9

[ILLfarmboy]

The attending cry of puritanical persecution pervaded the press until someone became the voice of reason and explained why I shouldn't be buying more whiskey than I could chug-a-lug on my way home from work. It's the law.

I'll never understand the busy-body impulse.

Whenever I run across someone like that, I tell them, because of their meddlesome nature, when the time comes I'll enjoy watching their ox being gored.