I have some cast iron including one kicking around the shop full of nuts and bolts. My grandson wanted a cast iron so I said let's clean this up. My son (his dad) flipped it over and googled Chicago #7 and it come up $135. Now the grandson has better iron with half the weight of mine.
Copy of "Alton Jones' Ribeye": I consider the result "medium rare" in the center. I prefer the hot pink of "Medium". I don't like the texture/taste of a garden slug and finishing yard with shit all over: Late Pard was constantly admonished by steak house waitresses as he wanted his steak seared and "still twitching" It was hard to watch his plate pool with "blood" and subsequent bread/baked potato sopping.
RoundUp facilitated his eating of the tenderloins at the kill site before the rest of the carcass is brought back to the village in his afterlife. I miss Greg and always think of him this time of year. He was buried on my birthday. On our last hunt together he destroyed a turkey's neck with a .17 HMR (varmint rd) @75yds after three admonishments to "stop trying for fucking head shot" (over three days in the Hills--Fall).
The gun was certainly up to the task. A turkey's head is never still. He had an ego...