I remember from a very early age seeing a pork shoulder or ham hanging from a chain on a tree limb above a fire on the ground. All that was needed was a stick to turn the meat around. Other times there was an old cinder block grocery out on old Highway 41 between Perry & Unadilla Georgia. Dennard’s Grocery. That was some good Q. It had just the right amount of heat to take your breath on that first bite. He had an open pit on the front of his store & an old black man named P.I. cooking the meat. His mop was just vinegar, salt & cayenne. You had to smell it when you went through the front door & more than likely bought a sandwich or two while you were in there. Alas the place burned down many years ago. Something about the pit catching the store on fire.
Never had a sweet sauce until I traveled to the west & midwest.