Or at least it was until just this past Wednesday.Įvidently, what happened is.one of his still sheds outbuildings on his property in Parrotsville caught afire while he was not home. Seems that despite the numerous public declarations that he is only an expert at the fine art of illegal distilling and couldn't even lift a 25 pound bag of sugar or manage a still operation with his bad back an' all, that the smooth stuff Popcorn makes with such skill is still flowing. He does have an antique store and keeps an address there. We aren't sure why everybody thinks he's from Maggie Valley.Popcorn Sutton stories are legendary and go far back in Cocke county. Popcorn Sutton is quite living legend in the mountains of east Tennessee and western North Carolina because of his centuries old trade.One of our local celebrities had done been busted by the revenuers.įamed author, Cocke county resident and moonshine expert Marvin 'Popcorn' Sutton of 'Me and My Likker' fame is scheduled to appear in court on May 9th to face charges for possession of untaxed liquor and possession of a still or operating parts of a still. Popcorn is an authentic moonshine distiller and builder of the still on which to run the brew.
He shows a unique sense of character and value system much as our mountain forefathers must have held with which they survived and reared their families. His life has been filled with disappointments and sadness as well as quality times when he grew up on Hemphill, a mountainous community in Haywood County, North Carolina adjacent to Great Smoky National Park. He learned his trade early and chose to drop out of school, drive fast, and chase women. When Popcorn realized that few people were willing to put in the hard work necessary to build a good "pot" or to make good liquor, he wanted to pass on his experinces with the trade. His flow of language is sometimes colorful and obscene it is the way he expresses himself. Most of the time I made likker by myself, but at another time on Snowbird Mountain., me and another feller was making likker together. We had up two barrels each 1/2 corn, 1/2 rye. The morning it got ready to run, we went in, pulled the cover back off the barrels. My two barrels looked damn good, but the other fellers didn't. Because a damn big possum had fell in one of his barrels and drowned and swelled up fit to bust.
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