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 88 readers know that I am a big fan of song birds. Over the last couple of decades I have been building and installing nest boxes on our farm to provide a home for the cavity-nesting birds such as house wrens, tree swallows, bluebirds and so-forth. One of the rites of spring is cleaning, repairing and installing replacement nest boxes.
Not that I'm superstitious or anything but I think that last night's rare, spring Hunters Moon did the trick. It probably didn't hurt that I engaged in absolutely no trash talk about turkey hunting since last year's turkey drought. I wasn't taking any chances about offending the turkey gods.
At the farm with a 1st season turkey permit. And it has been an inauspicious start.