The first time I experienced whiskey, was on my first hunting trip.
It was very cold,I was given a pint jar full and sat down with my back against a tree. With my gun standing up between my legs, I started drinking the corn whiskey trying to stay warm while waiting on a dear sighting. And it tasted almost like water with a little heat, so the longer I sat there the more I drank. The next thing I new my uncle walked up and was waking me up to go home.