And it's only May. What's not been mentioned yet is that there is actually another smoker in the mix, my son, who is also a decent hand when it comes to smoking meat. Need I mention that he also lives in the Denver area, as well? Now picture this, two young balls of fire whippersnappers just waiting to pick on the tired, old man who's driven 1422 miles just to be neighborly. I'm traveling from sea level (maybe 30 feet) to their area, in excess of 5200 feet. I'll be gasping for breath every step of the way to the Q and back. And to top it off I drive a Diesel P/U
which is set up for sea level. At Denver altitude, my truck does what we call "rolling the coal" (makes mucho smoke). Needless to say, I have to keep an eye out for
when I accelerate from a stop light. I've blacked out some intersections, by accident mind you. So, I have the enviro police looking out for me as well. Can you see the pressure they're bringing on this old guy?
Ain't gettin' no sympathy, am I? Well, I still plan on getting some Fly Fishing in.....using some "secret" Washington Flies.......yes, they are barbless too. Hey Dave, is that reservior done yet?