Around midnight, I was so hyped up for the FSU-Clemson game that I decided to go ahead and start smoking a 3.5 lb boneless pork shoulder instead waking up early to get it going. Gave it a nice rub down 24 hours before starting it, using apple wood & the fuse-method on my weber kettle. Will not be using a Texas crutch or foil (I'm a bark guy.) So, I get everything set up, intake 2/3 open, exhaust about 1/4. Put the butt on and walked away for what I thought would only 45 minutes before I checked it. The idiot that I am, falls asleep for 7 hours until this Morning. I jumped out of bed in full-on panic mode raced to the grill-turned-smoker to find my fire dead. Anger and grief wash over me as I reach for my Thermapen. Just when I thought all was lost, it slides in like a hot knife through butter registering 195 degrees F. Overcome with joy and emotion, I fell to my knees, spread my arms wide and thanked the gods of smoke and meat.