Our Story
I remember my grandfather would look me straight in the face, squint his eyes, and in his low baritone tell me stories of how the people of the South would call him “The Sheriff” because he could drive so well. He described how he’d turn a corner so fast it would throw rocks up into the back of his truck. It wasn’t until later that I learned he got these skills running moonshine, just like my great-great grandfather Lee Stoxstell did before him.