Appalachias Deadliest: Outlaw Clarence Raby

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There ain't another storyteller to ever tell a story like you Sir especially with your deep southern drawl and the way you tell it. I applaud you and I truly appreciate and enjoy your stories.

Reading is great but I'd rather listen to you telling the stories, you have the perfect voice for it 😊

As a young boy I lived in Raccoon Valley when Clarence Raby was on the run before his final capture. The whole community knew he was in the area and we knew he was dangerous. At the time it was just a gravel road and most houses were a quarter mile apart. We had an old barn way back in the woods behind our house where my brother and I found he had apparently camped the night before. We ran the 400 yards back to the house as fast as we could. My parents actually debated about doing it, but finally called the sheriff and before long, literally a dozen police cars showed up, shotguns, bullhorn, blood hounds and all. Raby was long gone of course (and had been for hours), but the bloodhounds found a trail and followed it for quite some time down the ridge toward his mother's house. It was hours later and well after nightfall before they finally gave up looking and left. A few days later he turned himself in at his mother's house a couple of miles down the road. The sheriff had suspicions that locals were giving him aid - it was common knowledge some probably were - and were not exactly friendly when questioning my parents at the time - they even searched our house and car. At seven years old it was an odd mixture of terror and morbid excitement. Needless to say we didn't go back to the barn until he was captured, and at the time it felt almost like a brush with death.

Appalachia sure did produce a lot of colorful fellas. You do have the gift for storytelling.

My Grandpa was a moonshiner in East Tennessee where he was born in 1900 he died in 1980 and I was born in 1978 so I never got to talk with him listening to these stories brings joy to me brings me back to my roots thank you for sharing your talent with us all

He's buried just up the road a bit from me. Fascinating story I really enjoy stories I can actually visit. Well done JD. My favorite video you've done !

So excited to receive my autographed book by The Appalachian Storyteller!!! Thank you for sending it so quickly !!! 🤗🤗

Boy those bad boys of that era really never gave up, did they? Another great story. Thanks JD

Oh how I love your stories! You are the best. Thank you so much for another edge of your seat tale. ❤️

You know the saying "always leave your audience wanting more"? You sir have perfected that to a symphony's precision. You're the best! In case you didn't know. Have a great Valentine's day, and no I won't be sending you flowers. I did however order some chloroform scented candles for my wife.😂😂😂😂. I'm joking of course.. but I think it's funny.

Ole Clarence was not your typical momma's boy, but a momma's boy he was in some ways. Great story! Thanks JD!

Love these ones!! The sweet , heart warming stories are nice, but I like the outlaw, moonshiners and feud stories the best!!

Wow, what an amazing story. I had never heard of Clearance Raby. Thank you for sharing this. Lord bless you and yourn brother.

Another good one J.D., crime doesn't pay

Holy Cow! Had me on my seats edge the whole time! Well done JD.👍😁

Thank you for another great story

Well hello there JT this is Ray from the land down under Australia not much I can say I love it and didn't them two boys have some fun but the last one I think hey went a little bit too far so anyway I just love your stories make my day so thank you once again keeping them Carmen I just love them thank you Ray❤❤

Truth can indeed be as strange as fiction! What a story from the master story teller, YOU. This could be made into a movie. I eagerly await your next post. Thanks

I remember well when Raby was on the run. My dad worked late, operating a store and filling station. He kept his pistol handy while my momma and me, living in a rural area with no neighbors close and no phone, waited anxiously until my dad came home.