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.
I'm up north chasing whitetails with my buddy Braumeister. Neither of us saw anything this morning. My excuse is I slept-in. I don't know what his excuse is. I know it sounds strangely counterintuitive but why is it that a deer stand constructed of hard lumber and wrapped in camo burlap is so slumber-inducing? I digress. Braumeister did spot a weasel this morning. Likely a short-tailed weasel (Mustela erminea) - it was transitioning to its white winter coat.
The major ruckus of the big deer camp extravaganza is now behind. The last shot of camp was a snapshot miss by yours truly. There’s a big buck somewhere that is yucking it up over my poor marksmanship. Oh well.