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.
It has been said that a deer camp hunts best on a full stomach. At least our camp does. Most Wisconsin camps are not known as appropriate venues for anyone watching their waistline very closely. Of course all of this caloric input is easily rationalized by plenty of fresh air, walking, deer dragging, butchering and so forth. I thought you readers might be interested in the ridiculous menu from the extended weekend. Naturally, wild fish and game figured chiefly in our diet. Here's a taste (pun intended) from field to table. Cheers!
As I type this post the fellas have been gone for amost three hours. The machine shed, the butchering tools and the house are spotless. And the dang place is so quiet as to be spooky. Just a moment ago the girls starting barking over a visitation from 'the haints'.