Yikes the fuel costs are getting seriously high these days!

It's getting to the point that I'm considering brewing my own bio diesel!

Not only that but setting up a still for making ethanol (alcohol - moonshine - white lightning - mountain honeydew - grappa - corn squeezins, ah call it what you will!).

Now I don't know bout you guys - but the sound of diesel at a buck a gallon sounds mighty fine to me!

http://www.ethanolstill.com/building-Your-...ohol-Still.html

http://www.biodieselhomekit.com/biodiesel.html

So...

Does anyone know if it's still illegal in Australia to brew your own alcohol without some kinda liquer license??????

I bought a bottle of whiskey made in tasmania - surely it can't be illegal of someones making alcohol in a state of the commonwealth for us to do it in Western Oz?

What the heck - at the prices of fuel I reckon it's probably worth the fine!

Biodiesel for the truck to haul the boat and ethanol to run the outboards once you get to the fishing village!

Could make for a cheap fishing holiday - or else holiday inside being big bubba's b!tch!

Either way it looks like it could be worth the risk!

So - whos'e with me?

Gogo juice brewing partys of a thursday night - make your sourmash and fire up the mountain honeydew water of the vine still for a few hours!

God's Own Drunk
By: Lord Buckley
1974
"Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man. I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch his still while he went into town to vote.
It was up there on the mountain where the map said it would be. Friends let me tell you one thing though, it wadn't no ordinary still. It stood up that mountainside like... like a huge golden opal.

God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin', God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man, But, temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash... (wshew!... woah...) That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like honeydew vine water, and I took another slash. Took another and another and another. 'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shyt and commenced to get hot flashes.

Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before, It's like, like I was in love,

In love for the first time, with anything that moved... animate, in-animate it didn't matter. It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my brain sayin, "Jimmy Buffett there' a great day a comin'..." 'Cause I was drunk.

Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin', commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man; And that's when I first saw the bear.

He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. It hung him up. He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear, but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man. It hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. It hung him up.

So I approached him and I said, "Mr. Bear, I love every hair on your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on the other side of the hill. There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear, Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. You tell 'em I love each and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister; but if they give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of 'em off the hill."

He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think. Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious, well hell, I approached him again. I said, "Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both beasts when it comes right down to it. So I want you to be my buddy, 'Buddy Bear.'" So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw and I led him over to the still. Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin' somethin' good. I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it upright, (looked like one of them damn bears in the circus sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight.) I gave him another and another and another 'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced to do the "bear dance." Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn and a grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb evaded me.

And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down, went to sleep, slept for four hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin' on the clear cool evenin'. And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens, And my buddy the bear was a' missin'... yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors, so was that still.

Well in North Carolina
way back in the hills
lived my ol' pappy
and he had him a still
he brewed white lightning
till the sun went down
then he'd fill him a jug
and he'd pass it around
mighty mighty pleasing
pappy's corn squezing
shhhhhhh "WHITE LIGHTNING"

chours

well the g-men
t-men revenures to
searchin' for the place
were he made his brew
they were lookin'
tryn' to book him
ooooo "WHITE LIGHTNING"

i asked my ol' pappy
why he called his brew
white lightning
stead' of mountain dew
i took one sip and
right away i knew as
my eyes bugged out
and my face turned blue
lightning started flashin'
thunder started crashing
oooooooo "WHITE LIGHTNING"

chours

well the g-men t-men
revanures too searching
for the place were
he made his brew
they were lookin'
tryn' too book him
ooooooo "WHITE LIGHTNING"

well a city slicker
came and he said
im tough
i think i wanna taste
that powerfull stuff
he took one swift slug
and he drank it right down
and i heard him moaning
as he hit the ground
mighty mighty pleasin
'your pappys corn squezin'
ooooooo "WHITE LIGHTNING"

chours

well the g-men t-men
revanuers too
searchin' for the place
were he made his brew
they were lookin'
tryin' to book him
but my pappy kept a cookin'
ooooooo "WHITE LIGHTNING"

Man's gotta do something to make up for no fishing in the winter don't he???

Cheers!