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Back when we moved to a smaller place,that couldn't house a pit and woodpile[and other assorted cookers] we purchased a black Smokette,found the old forum ,Smokin' Okie,and a bunch of nice,helpful folks.

I guess that must have been around six years ago,and we wondered if we would ever get our money's worth from that little box.

It has lived here at the beach,in a nightly salt shower,overworked -like a borrowed mule,and never a moment's problem or complaint.

With the help of the forum,it has turned out consistently edible, to great food,despite operator malfunction and experimentation.

The wife/boss has been pointing out that you can't stand on the patio,for all the cookers. Wink

She points out that I use the CS160 and the FEC much more.

She pointed out that I once kept a favorite old Volvo garaged and unlicensed for years,because it meant so much to me.

She pointed out that our sons,beef cattlemen,lived in eastern Ky which is completely devoid of barbecue.

When we returned from Tryon,our younger son was preparing to return home to Kentucky.

So feeling like the old cook from the Johnsonville brats' commercial,we decided "to pass the Cookshack experience" on to our boys to spread Q to a culturally deprived area of the world.

Yes,there was a tear in my eye and lump in my throat,as the Smokette,its cart,,and cover began its journey to bring joy and excellence to an unsuspecting ,but soon to be amazed neighborhood.

It sure has been a great old friend. Smiler
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Dear Tom, You have my deepest sympathy and most sincere condolences. I feel your pain. I too lost a dear friend last weekend.

In 1997 I purchased an offset smoker planning to become the last of the great barbecue barons. After five tries, and having made nothing but carbon and shoe leather I put it in the garage and didn't look at it again until four years later. In 2001 I ran onto a kind hearted competition barbecuer who heard my sad story and took pity on this poor floundering soul. He taught me the rudiments and fine points of cooking on a smoker. He pointed out the deficiencies in my cooker and directed me to areas where I could learn what modifications were needed to make it cook properly.

I spent most of that summer making the necessary changes and got to where it would control temperature very precisely. I was now making some fine BBQ. Me and Black Beauty were as one. We had many a proud cook together. The family raved. Friends and neighbors wanted more. The sky was the limit. But alas storm clouds appeared on the horizon. Somewhere along the line I got old. Arthritis settled in my spine then in my knees. No longer were me and Black Beauty able to perform as a team.

This past Saturday I sold the old girl and I wept a sad tear as she proudly rode out of my driveway standing tall in the bed of a pickup truck. Wisely though, I required that the new owner sign adoption papers and agree to allow a social worker visit periodically to ensure that she was being treated with tender loving care.

So, Tom, that's the sad tale of me and my faithful sidekick, Black Beauty. Indeed I feel your pain. Frowner

Don B

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