The way I say it today is "My mother taught me to cook and my dad taught me to Q" Although, it is not 100% true, my dad taught me the basics of smoking meat. Dad would always cook bonless pork loins and that was the extent of his smoking. They were always good but I wanted to take it to another level. Having never slow smoked chicken, ribs, butts, brisky, faties, chuckies, being a certified welder, I gathered some information from the net and set a plan in motion to build my pit. Well of course dad was excited and couldnt wait to help me with the build. We put our heads togather and have come up with some amazing pits. It just grew from there. I love to Q, but I think I value the time spent with my dad building the pits more than anything. I left home at a young age (15) and did not turn back for 10 years. It took the loss of my best friends dad to bring me back to reality. Now I cherrish every moment I have with family. Dad and I can have a complete conversation with out either of us saying a word. What a wonderful relationship it has developed into! "HERE IS TO YOU DAD"!