Yessir,the old gentleman that got me started,had fellows gather the limestone shale around the pasture,dig a long shallow pit ,six ft wide, in the red clay and line it with the limestone.
He had folks cut the hickory on his place,stack and dry it,burn it down, to shovel into the pit.
Cover the pit with 4 inch "galvinized" hogwire-if he could get it.
He took orders all week,and would even cook whatever game,etc you would bring.
He cooked all day and night Friday and you picked it up by dinner[noon] on Sat.
The pit boys had long forked,hickory branches to turn the meats,and one lb cotton mops,to "mop" with.
I was the only one he'd let drive the pickup,so I got a break by goin' to the grocery,or out to the bootlegger for him.
The rest of them boys,got worked like a"borrowed mule".
He did send me to get a couple loaves of light bread and some cheap baloney,to feed the boys,so they wouldn't wander off to town.
If it really poured the rain,they had posts on the pit edges,and they'd lay a sheet of tin siding to keep some of the rain out of the pit.
He made up a red,hot,vinegar sauce in a black iron cauldron to mop with.
If you wanted some to take home,the'y find an empty bourbon bottle to fill for you.
He'd wrap your meat in old copies of the weekly newspaper.
You knew it was fresh?,because there was no refrigeration at the site.[nor health inspections]
Ahh,the good ol' days of traditional bbq.
I'm not sure it was good,but he was the only one around that seemed to survive.
He'd sell to the Frosty Whip,The Colonel DriveIn,a little poolroom down next to the Black Brothers bus station and the Piggly Wiggly,and a couple other places,as well as local folks around the county.
I've proved I could do" traditional bbq",but as I got a little older,I learned I could produce at least as good a product,and enjoy the process.
Just my $0.02