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.
My pal Lawyer emailed me the other day to ask if I wanted to go out with Sid and him on Green Bay to go ice drinking over the holidays. I explained to him that I might consider it later in the season after I am convinced the ice is safe.
Seriously, hardly a season of ice drinking goes by without a couple of shantys, or four-wheelers, a pick-up or two and some snowmobiles going through the ice. All in pursuit of perch or whitefish. Besides I can hunt deer into the first week of January.
I finished last weekend with Wisconsin's final December antlerless deer hunt.
I suppose I should invest in a muzzle loading firearm because starting next year the smoke pole season is going to be expanded. For the remainder of this year I'm going out with my bow or crossbow. Even though our camp registered six deer this year I remain deer-less. Sure, I passed on some deer I could have killed. But I also was busted several times by a wily whitetail.
I don't want you to get the impression that I am superstitious or anything but I think someone cast a hex on me. And I have a suspicion of who did it. Next time out I'm packing my Saint Hubert medallion...