We had several gallons to pack. They was going to run whiskey that night. And on the road up, I heard It again. I turned around, and about half-way up a big old cottonwood tree, silver poplar it's called, It was, looked like a whirlwind. We call them little cyclones. They're whirlwinds in Kentucky, I think is the best name. It's whirling around in the bush.