The day before Father's Day a huge thunderstorm forced me and the pecos to drag our sorry rears up onto the porch. I set her in that spot pictured and continued my cook. Soaking wet and cursing the river of run off that flowed through my yard.
There was maybe 6 inches of rain water under that lean to. In that moment, when I was drenched and huffing like somebody peed in my cheerios. She ( the wife ) gave my hand a pat, and said, "tomorrow go bring your other ones under the big porch and do what you want to with the lean 2." I originally intended to tear it down. My teenage son suggested leaving it up for the wood. I think he just wanted to get out of a tear down job,.. but I think I did also.
So I suppose that I had to look truly pathetic, doing what I love to do. Sopping wet, grinning like a fool at a cook that despite a wet intermission, was going along quiet well, or swimmingly .... heh heh.
So, it was either sympathy, or perhaps she forgot about Father's day. I don't really know.
The next day I drug my uds to it's new home and moved her gasser over to get everything in a good spot. She grinned at her fat man sweating in the Texas heat and said, " Happy Father's day " and .......it was a good one. Lit the fires again and did a father's day cook. Even had the ugly fired up.
I agree about the fire size,.. I used to be one of those guys in the not so distant past ...LOL Huge bed of charcoal with soaked chunks of wood, dampers slammed almost completely shut wondering why the temps were so hard to control, and why my smokin wood kept flaring up. ohhhh the learning curve ! I'd love to go talk to 1999 me. :doh: heck,.. even a conversation with last month me would probably be a big benefit.