I lived with some friends is SE Kentucky for a bit in my early 20s Outside Harlan, little camp called Chevrolet Ky. We was working at Yancy Coal. Early one Sunday morning my buddies and me went to with his granny to her little church. Oh boy! I have never ever seen folks flopping on the floor speaking gibberish, waving arms. The main guy was called the seventh son, I think. That was 40 years ago. I lived there 6 months and decided the coal mines were not for me. I did love exploring the mountains and learning the culture though. Many abandoned homesteads and coal camps along with good homemade liquor that I still keep on hand to this day.

I can make my wife mad by just walking in the room. Some of us got it some don’t

Wow you must have powers you don't know of if you made it out of Harlan alive.

So Seth, you are said man? lol. This happen over at Micks? Inquiring minds want to know! lol. Bob blow the wistle on you? I can't imagine tring that....about the time that augar started putting presure on them pods.....watch out! lol lol. I'll show you a cap that has some yellow stain on it sometime. It has taken two years to get back to oder free, but I haven't worn it in the rain!

Great thread, by the way!

yes it was I.....And yes Mick was an accomplice. He didn't have anything to do with how I processed them but he very generously provided me with what I needed for this learning opportunity..... 2 things in my defense....
1 I think my sense of smell went numb in first 20 seconds (and may have never fully recovered) so it really wasn't as bad as one would expect for themselves
2 it produced a very very fine product but came with a very steep price when I walked in the house and realized evidently it was only my nose that wasn't working very well. The look on my sweet wife's face scared me that day