'The woodsman pushed the jug into the stranger's hands and then stepped back and aimed his gun at the frightened surveyor. "Take a drink," he commanded. The northerner gulped down a few swallows of fiery liquid. The Kentuckian took back the jug and handed his gun to the stranger. "Now," he insisted, "you make me take a drink!"
"Now hold that gun squar on me...It's the only way I can get the damned stuff down myself!"'
...Kentucky Bluegrass Country R. Gerald Alvey