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.
More rain this morning - precisely at shooting time. But not as cold.
Things were looking rather grim this morning. Gray skies, 40 degrees and rain.
The boys and I are safely ensconced in deer camp. Lawyer, Sid, Mennonite and Braumeister. Girlfriend is the only person of the female persuasion around.
Some time ago I stopped at Metcalf's Sentry on the way home from the day job. Ribs were on my mind and ribs I bought for smoking on the Weber Kettle. Out of the corner of my eye I spied some pork tenderloins. They were on sale - some sort of Manager's Special - and they called out to me. So I took those home along with the ribs. They've been sitting in the freezer ever since.