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.
The last week of September I arrowed a really nice fat doe and three days ago my pal Braumeister did the same. That's two deer in the freezer already and there's not even any snow flying. Things seem to be hitting their stride at the old deer camp this year.
It's that time of year and I've rolled-up my sleeves again to roast the best pumpkin seeds in the world. I've spent most Octobers of my life in this pursuit. Beginning as a child with the help of my parents - followed-on by many decades of jack-o'-lantern carving - and finally by means of serious pumpkin growing specifically for seeds. I've grown pumpkins for carving, roasting on the grill or making pie filling. If you're lucky this year you might be able to purchase a can of pie filling just about anywhere.
If you are reading this today consider yourself fortunate. That is because following another spin on its axis a glorious new day on this planet has begun. It is a bonus day and personally-speaking I'm enjoying it with waggy-tailed Labs, a big cuppa joe and the newspaper.