William Grant, [born in 1908], was born near Pittsview, Alabama...He was given a harmonica one Christmas, and he says he learned how to play it while sitting on a plow in the fields. 'I played at parties in the countries,' he said. 'I used to pick guitar, but I come to religion and I put the guitar down. I promised the Lord I wouldn't fool with a guitar no more, but I didn't promise Him I wouldn't fool with a harp. I always keep a harp' - George Mitchell, from In Celebration of a Legacy: The Traditional Arts of the Lower Chattahoochee Valley http://southernspaces.org/2004/blues-lower-chattahoochee-valley
Well, it all sound idyllic, except for the fishy flavor. Of course, I would have thought you and your friends would apply heavy wood smoke anyway. Certainly the Hawaiians are famous for that technique; I don't know whether the Maori and more recent New Zealanders do it too.
Re smoke BBQ, I had to learn how to do it when I got to Texas. Fire & emissions regs where we lived out in the woods near Auckland NZ wouldn't let us burn charcoal, it was propane gas barbies only. Now I wouldn't dream of cooking outside any other way. Those pigs up in Northland though ate so much fish byproduct it would have been hard to kill the taste no matter what you did. Similar to feeding chickens garlic or onions, you taste it in the eggs, or so I understand.
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Seriously PS, feral hogs are a problem - they are in no danger of being hunted to extinction by rednecks...as people will keep feeding wildlife and they are indirect beneficiaries. Don't know what the rules are in North Carolina (where the story originates), but I'm sure it is similar to Texas.