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.
I cannot recall if it was an email or a regular mailing that featured a blonde Lab that I noticed last week. It had a nifty catchphrase along with a good-looking dog so it caught my attention. Not that I needed much encouragement as I had already gone online to purchase my small game license in anticipation of the fall ritual of chasing roosters in Spink County, SD. Nevertheless, following a photo contest and everything on Facebook, South Dakota Tourism rightly nailed it with their Take Me Hunting campaign.
Sunday morning my two Labs were giving me the hairy eyeball. To be fair - on Saturday we'd been out hunting and bagged a ringneck before I retired to a deer stand with my bow. Complicating the situation the shotgun had been left conspicuously propped on the bench at the back door. A handful of shells along with some dog kibble were in the pockets of my field jacket on the hook. And now the pooches were giving me the look. The 'take me hunting' look.
Alas, there would be no lounging around in my jammies with a cuppa joe and the Sunday morning television talking heads. Roosters had been crowing lately and Sister and Girlfriend were focused on my every move. If Labs could talk they would be telling me the obvious. Take me hunting.
Who needs the capacity for speech when body language speaks volumes.
I'll take a morning romp with my ladies - and an additional rooster pheasant that we bagged - over Meet the Press and Marco Rubio any day of the week. It's all good.
Take me hunting.