Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
A couple of days before deer camp a hunter's wife puts her foot down and tells him he has to stay home and whittle down his honey-do list of chores.
The fella's friends are upset and understandably disappointed that he cannot go.
Alas, they are powerless to do anything about it.
Two days later the crew has gathered at deer camp. The fire is stoked in the wood burner. Blaze orange bibs and parkas are hung in the garage. Even the boots toe the line. Firearms are carefully stacked on the gun rack at the back door. Bunks are claimed and everyone is enjoying a refreshing adult beverage in the testosterone-infused atmosphere.
Suddenly the dog barks as the door from the garage opens and the heretofore grounded hunter materializes.
Dang dude! How did you manage to talk your wife into letting you go?
Sidling-up to the kitchen counter and opening a beer the hunter explains...
This morning I was sitting in my chair feeling poorly when my wife came up behind me.
She put her hands over my eyes and said - 'guess who?'
I pulled her hands away and was surprised to see she was wearing a flimsy negligee from Victoria's Secret.
A collective gasp emanates from the group.
The hunter continues....
Then she took my hand and pulled me over to our bedroom.
The room had candles and rose petals all over. On the bed she had handcuffs.
There were ropes too.
She told me to tie and handcuff her to the bed.
You know I follow directions - so I did what she told me to do.
Then she said - 'Do whatever you want.'
So, here I am.
Stop by over the next week and-a-half for some deer camp updates.
If you're hunting - shoot straight and be safe!