WELKOME
If you live in the south for any length of time, eventually someone is going to ask you..."do you hunt?". In the past, I would always respond with a sense of fear and disappointment as I uttered a low soft "no". But, I have come to realize that one of my hobbies just might be considered hunting. I hunt for barbeque! Instead of venturing off into the woods, I get my map out and scour the city streets in search for a hidden gem. With my nose to the wind, trailing the scent of that undeniable smokey aroma, I inch closer and closer to my destination. Pulling into the parking lot, I am overcome with joy. I reach for my camera and fire off a few rounds, making my presence known. Pictures may be worth a thousand words, but it's not enough to satisfy my hearty appetite. My eyes lock in on the plate of meat as it moves closer to my table. I think to myself as I unfold a napkin, "this is going to be messy". The smell is intoxicating. I can't handle it any more. "It has to be done", I say, while clutching my fist around my weapon of choice...the almighty fork. Within a matter of minutes, it is devoured. It never had a chance, for I am...The BBQ Hunter!
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