There isn't much finer than Deer Camp Pale Ale while cooking a fat ribeye. Hopefully big boy comes into bow range tomorrow. (notice antlers in background, those be rattling antlers, from a big buck that met his demise fighting over a lady)

And just a piece of advice: No matter the circumstances do not ever by steak from wal-mart. I know it sounds like something you would never do, but please, for the love of all thats holy, don't do it. It cooks up gray and tough, with minimal effort. I threw it out on the road, and the next morning it was still there, and coyotes aren't that particular.