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.
Ooooh baby. Start your weekend with this flash from the past and another rock 'n roll prodigy...
I have had venison on my mind lately.
I had some inspiration from one of the deer camp guys who told me where I could find the elusive juniper berries. And I'm hauling a cooler-full of frozen steaks, chops, whole loin, kabobs and burger home for the deer camp crew tomorrow. They're running low on their supplies and I need space in my chest freezers for wild turkeys. Oooooh baby. Only two weeks until turkey camp.
It's just about time to begin prepping the garden for spring planting. Remarkably - a bunch of vegetables have survived the winter and as the frost has left the ground they have emerged and made their presence known.
Onions, red cabbage and spinach. I think I've scored some bonus veggies before I plow all this under.
I've ridden a pile of buses in my life.
Plenty of yellow, bone-shattering school buses. Freezing in the winter and broiling in the summer. Life was rough.
It is the start of the weekend people and another step back to the past.
To my ELP and King Crimson fans I bring you Greg Lake. Nice accoustic guitar. Very good vocals. Maybe a message...?
Some time ago I vented a bit over the failure of the State Legislature to override Governor Doyle’s veto of a measure to return the appointment power of the DNR Secretary to the Natural Resources Board.
Awhile later, one of my readers - a fellow that goes by the handle StubbornOldMan - suggested that I was possibly dismissive of the hunting or fishing prowess of a candidate for governor. That exchange occurred when I vented some more.
It's the start of the weekend people.
The weather forecast is looking good.
Last month I was at a birthday celebration that happened to include a generous cross section of my vast extended family.
During the course of the evening's festivities we got to talking about times-past and growing up in the old neighborhood.
I have a thing for smoked meats.
By the time any of you are reading this post I'll be out in the woods hunting my Thanksgiving dinner.
The elusive wild turkey.
By the time you read this I'll be back in the woods for my fourth consecutive day of hunting the elusive wild turkey.
I've been thinking that elusive is an understatement. These birds are downright stubborn in their resolve to remain off of my serving platter. And I am gradually building-up a sleep deficit crawling out of the sack at 4:00 AM to seek them out. The consequence of this is I have to be very careful of setting-up in the spring sunshine or there just might be some snoozing happening.
My day job is a staid, old-fashioned, office environment kind of job.
There is decorum, routine and even a dress code. Although once in awhile I manage to escape the keen eye of the Director of Operations and sneak in through the secret escape passage and actually do day job stuff in blue jeans, moccasins (sans socks) and a polo shirt. I have to keep my office door closed - but it is so deliciously illicit that the thrill effect of getting away with it makes it all worthwhile.