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.
There is an old saying about a bad day of fishing being better than a good day at work. I'm not so sure about that since I happen to love both.
A foolish man might confuse his priorities and venture out on the water with a fishing rod in one hand and his PDA in the other and attempt to multi-task both the day job and the angling; the result of which is mediocre performance of both.
A word of advice-
Leave the infernal device in the cabin or the first mate might just toss it in the lake the next time you miss setting the hook on a strike.
If you are going to fish - stick to the fishing.
The usual group of suspects recently reconvened for an extended period of time on the water and some male bonding.
Small fish -
Medium fish -
Big fish -
Really big fish -
No fish -
Fishing, buddies and plenty of yucks. Testosterone-fueled adventures.
Some say this is a man's life.
Absent a common thread that binds none of us ever hazarded a chance of meeting - much less forming a friendship.