16 Generations Strong
At Bootleggers Distillery, we like to focus on the quality of our products as well as the quality time spent perfecting our craft as a family. While we may be a small family-owned distillery, we stand out as one of the few distilleries that distill every drop of alcohol that we put on the shelves. Our attention to detail and long lineage of distilling has allowed us to give our customers an outstanding product that we believe to be unmatched in the industry.
When you get the opportunity to visit Bootleggers Distillery, you will be greeted by one of our family members ranging from 14th-16th generation distillers. This close-knit group of employees includes the nation's two youngest distillers, Megan Miller and Taylor Clay who are both proud 16th generation distillers. Any of us at Bootleggers Distillery can gladly walk you through our detailed distilling process and answer any questions you may have while on your visit. We hope we have the chance to welcome you into our distillery very soon where you can take a tour and try out each of our unique products.
About Owner Darrell Miller
“Many People ask me how long I have been distilling and how old I was when I started.
The truth isn’t an easy answer as to how old I was when I started. I guess I started when my Grandfather thought I was old enough to walk to the still sight on my own. Honestly, I cannot remember the 1st still site I visited. But I do remember the 1st time I had to run the still by myself, and I remember it like it was yesterday. I walked into my grandfather’s house like I did any other day. He was waiting on me in the living room. He was a man of few words, and all he Said was “Duke it’s your turn to go run.” I knew that meant alone and he didn’t have to say so. Tears quickly filled my eyes and I began to cry ever so softly. My grandfather looked at me and asked why I was crying? Are you afraid of running that still son? He asked. I said no Sir. He then asked “well then what’s the problem?” I replied, Sir Its dark out there!
What you need to know is the fact that the still was about a 1.5 mile walk through the woods, alone, at night, in the National forest. Throughout the night I remember every leaf that moved and every stick that broke. I kiddingly now say every time a squire cracked a nut that night, I messed my pants. Keep in mind I was 9-year-old.”
-Darrell Miller
