Case File 010: Wilkes County, 1956. Caught by a Barbed Wire Fence.
Wilkes County, North Carolina, 1956. A young man walks into the dark woods to light the fire under his daddy's still, the way he's done a hundred times before. He's twenty-four, already a rising name in stock car racing, and he's never once been caught on the road.
Tonight, the law isn't chasing him. It's waiting.
This week on Bramble and Bone, we're taking a breather from the darker brambles for a story where nobody gets hurt and everybody ends up laughing about it decades later.
The moonshine capital of the world
For mountain farm families in the early 1900s, whiskey was less about parties and more about math. A wagonload of corn was heavy, slow to haul, and didn't pay much. The same corn run through a still became a few jugs that were light, didn't spoil, and were worth far more. Add in taxes that dated back to the Whiskey Rebellion, North Carolina's early prohibition, and the Great Depression, and it's easy to see how Wilkes County earned its famous nickname.
The whiskey runners
Making the liquor was only half the job. Getting it to Winston-Salem, Greensboro, and Charlotte meant young drivers running at night on twisting mountain roads with the law in their rearview mirrors. They souped up plain-looking Fords, stiffened the rear springs so a loaded car wouldn't sit low, and perfected the bootlegger's turn, spinning a full 180 degrees to roar back past the car chasing them. One runner, Willie Clay Call, got so slippery that federal agents themselves nicknamed him "The Uncatchable."
Junior
Robert Glenn Johnson Jr. grew up in Ingle Hollow near Ronda, born into the family business and hauling liquor by fourteen. In this episode, you'll hear how he ran out of gas mid-chase, siphoned fuel from a farmer's tractor, and came back days later to pay the man twenty dollars. You'll hear how a teenage whiskey runner finished second in his very first race at North Wilkesboro Speedway, won the Daytona 500, and became Tom Wolfe's "Last American Hero."
And you'll hear how, after all those years of never being caught on the highway, he was finally stopped by a barbed wire fence.
Full circle
The story doesn't end in a courtroom. It ends with a Christmas pardon from a president, a legal moonshine brand on store shelves, and a stage full of old moonshiners and the revenuers who once chased them, swapping stories like old friends.
No bodies this week. Just fast cars, corn whiskey, and a whole lot of Wilkes County.
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Got a moonshine story your granddaddy used to tell? We'd love to hear it.
Sources
NASCAR.com, "Junior Johnson, moonshiner and NASCAR legend, dies at 88" (2019)
NC Department of Natural and Cultural Resources, Moonshine and Motorsports Trail: North Wilkesboro Speedway
NCpedia, Auto Racing and Moonshine in North Carolina
Tom Wolfe, "The Last American Hero Is Junior Johnson. Yes!" Esquire, 1965
