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.
*BIG PUBLIC NOTICE - I am informed that the Mothership is receiving 'salvos' of feedback from several places that either believe this blog post is real or are not finding the humor in it. Therefore, in the interest ot avoiding any public unrest I've been asked to disclose that this is satire and an April Fools prank.
Can't anybody take a joke anymore?
The Door County Fish Farm and Game Club does much to promote the rich heritage of hunting, fishing and trapping on the peninsula. For instance, last weekend I walked to the other side of the road to congratulate a youngster who had traversed the field with a big old gobbler slung over his shoulder. I heard the single report of a shotgun only thirty minutes earlier. The answer to the Ford pick-up materializing on the shoulder of the road before sunrise was revealed. He had been hunting with an adult mentor during Wisconsin's youth hunt.
And he had a smile on his face a mile wide.
I'm off crooning the turkey love call while trying to bag this year's Thanksgiving Day wild, free-range, organically-grown and incredibly wiley, wild turkey.
The music is on schedule.
It's been an interesting spring turkey hunt for sure.
Day One - Thursday, April 12
It has been an interesting six months in my household.
Girlfriend became gravely ill with an auto-immune disorder immediately before last November's annual South Dakota pheasant hunt and male bondage weekend. What followed was a stint in canine ICU. For a short spell her survival was very much touch and go. Months of treatment with steroids followed.
It's the start of the weekend people.
When I was growing-up there was a thick selection of Bert Kaempfert albums in the file by the Hi-Fi.
A couple-plus weeks ago I planted peas, spinach, beets and radishes. After basking in the glow of any number of 60-70 degree days I was gloriously optimistic about 2012 vegetable gardening.
Maybe too optimistic. Since then there has been cold and snow mixed with pelting cold sleet and rains and a few sultry and teasingly summer-like days.
It's the start of the weekend people and time to put on your dancing shoes and get funky with this set by New Order...
Since then a few of you have inquired about whether or not he's still around.