Prepare the meat by triming off any connective tissue, silver skin and fat. Give the meat a good rinsing with cold water and dry the meat with a paper towel. Sprinkle a generous dousing of 3 Knucklehead Rub to coat all the sides of the meat (don't be afraid to add too much rub). Place the meat in a sealable bag. Add olive oil (amount depends on the size of the cut) and Worcestershire Sauce. Mix everything around in the bag and then set aside for up to 24 hours in the refrigerator. When you're ready to grill the meat remove it from the refrigerator 1 hour before cooking to bring it to room temperature.

It all started about 25 years ago. My buddy Steve & I always had to hear about our other buddy Leroy’s big mule deer bucks. Every year after opening weekend of the deer season, Steve & I got to hear about another 4-point Leroy had killed. Leroy, his Grandpa Bob, and Uncle Kenny were the masters of killing monster bucks off what I call “No See ‘em Ridge”. For at least 15 years, Steve & I always asked Leroy if we could go hunting with him and Leroy always said that he wished he could bring us, but his elders would not allow it. Grandpa Bob and Uncle Kenny started hunting this area back in the early 60’s and introduced Leroy to hunting at the early age of about 10 in the early 80’s. Their success is amazing, the three of them have harvested over a hundred quality bucks. Most of them are 4 point bucks that you dream about getting someday (some 5 points, some 6 points, some wide, some tall, and some of all). Grandpa Bob and Uncle Kenny were not getting any younger and had to retire from hiking to their favorite area which is no easy task – especially when you’re in your mid 70’s.

Hudson’s arms were ripped towards the water as the prehistoric power of the Willapa Bay sturgeon was displayed. He was struggling to hold onto the rod, “Do you need help?”, I suggested. “No!” in a quick somewhat snappy response, he replied. He was going to try to finish this alone. It was his turn on the rod, and his fish, no matter how hard the fight was about to become, he was determined to win.

The 2012 hunting season had just started for us. We had been scouting 5 months earlier and we were going to be hunting in the same spot my Dad did for his limited entry elk the previous year. I got my first bow in March from a local archery shop and started shooting at a 29 pound draw weight. Here in Utah you need to shoot at 40 pounds to hunt. I set a goal to be beyond that before opening day. I wanted to be at 50 pounds, so I shot every day for 3 hours straight or until my arm couldn’t take it. That’s when I knew I was hooked.

It was a simple four bench seat aluminum boat but after I began to understand the different size of boats, I asked Dad why we didn’t have a bigger one. His reply was “boats don’t catch fish”. I was more worried about going fast and looking good though so his response didn’t make sense to me at the time, along with many other things Dad said which didn’t make sense to me until years later.