Andy Harrington
TVWBB Member
Not to get teary eyed or mushy but I miss the old days. I miss starting the fire on my 18.5 " wsmc the night before for pulled pork, before Aaron Franklin's name ran synomous with brisket. When you were nothing without a maverick wireless thermometer. I even kinda miss getting up to tend the fire and the solitude of a brisk night's air. I miss predicting the temp and adjusting the vents accordingly. That being said I'm as guilty as anyone of using a temperature controller, the ugly whir of the fan drowning out the sizzle of fat hitting the water pan. The need to not even mess with charcoal on my smokefire. I miss the journey, to me it made the destination a little tastier.