Bobo nods, giving a jerk of his head for Eddie to follow and heading for the back room once more. "There's a bunch here writing plans and stories and keeping notes, I guess," he says, shrugging. "But then they need ink to keep up. I remember my dad doing this when I was a kid and it's working out pretty good."

He glances back. "I also should pull out the first attempts from the smoke house. Some fish in there that might have worked out."