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.
'Tis the season to be jolly, fa, la, la, la, la...
What? You ask. Kris Kringle? Already?
Heck no. The answer would be - Hunting Season.
The whole country is chugging Pepto-Bismol while suffering from a humongous national hangover following our orgy of lending. The worried whispering at Starbucks includes a gnawing fear of depression-era breadlines. Financial markets have plunged so low on Wall Street that the only thing that can leave a deposit on a shiny new BMW is a pigeon.
I am beginning to think that I may just possibly be reduced to subsistence living. So I'm going hunting. (Note to self - expand the garden next year)
Don't laugh. It might be a good time for some of you to brush-up on your hunter-gatherer shtick. If things get any worse try buttering a slice of this and eating it. Come to think of it, if you had enough of those signs you might be able to construct a pretty respectable Hooverville.
Speaking of bread and circuses - isn't Sarah Palin fetching when she struts and rages about the elitist media? I got to thinking - what if she carried a whip to complement those stiletto heels? That would really get the crowds all sweaty and lathered-up. Rallying the base as they say. Alas, the McCain Campaign doesn't listen to me. Another good idea down the drain.
Of which I am reminded that the media elite told me that popular Joe Plumber guy was well-off. I am envious.
Now, a plumber couldn't possibly be an elitist. After all, they come home from work every day covered in, well, you know, the stuff that travels downhill through pipes. I cringe whenever I get a bill from a plumber. Therefore, a plumber could factually be well-off.
Just watch - if Joe lands a lucrative contract to do plumbing supply endorsements for Home Depot he will become wealthier than the Kohlers and his taxes will grow to the sky. That will teach him a lesson. He won't be so quick to open his mouth next time.
Since my 401(k) couldn't purchase a pipe wrench I wonder if I'm going to get a redistribution of his vast wealth?
For this election I can only hope.
I digress. Don't you just hate it when politics creeps into the discussion?
Only thirteen more days folks.
Back to the topics at hand - hunting and the creepy apparition.
I've been regularly relocating a trail camera to see what is out there.
I'm getting all kinds of pictures of deer.
It would seem the territory is crawling with deer.
The recent appearance of different male deer is significant.
That would indicate they have begun to expand their home range.
They have romance on their mind.
That's a good sign.
Very soon they're going to stop thinking so clearly - kind of like frat boys on the prowl - and they'll become more vulnerable to the stealthy bow hunter.
The problem is that whenever I climb into a tree with my bow all I see are song birds.
Actually, that's not so bad. If you can get a chickadee to alight on your shoulder that would be pretty cool.
Seems like a long-winded path to get to what I captured, eh?
I fetched the memory chip from a game camera, replaced it with a clean one, went back to the house, and uploaded the pictures.
Get a load of this-
I captured a picture of a what appears to be a shaggy or hairy creature.
Unlike the other creatures in the woods this one appears to be bipedal.
It also looks like it has a hunch back and shuffles along with a stoop.
It gives me the creeps.
How would you like to bump into this while walking in the woods after dark - alone?
Especially around Halloween?
What do you think it is?
I’ve resized any photographs which hopefully resolved any download issues. Let me know if problems persist. Thanks.