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.
Before some of you get your hopes up I have no immediate plans to checkout of this earthly realm anytime soon. I do have a bucket list of sorts that I've been working on. It isn't clearly defined so it changes frequently and both increases and shrinks with time. But like I said I've made some progress.
There will be no assault-style weapon ban.
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After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. I sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military.
As I was taking my recycling cart to the curb recently it occured to me that it was largely full of expired gardening journals, newspaper food sections, bowhunting, turkey hunting, pheasant hunting, NRA magazines, and Wisconsin Outdoor News. It was an eclectic collection of reading material for sure.
Another year of blogging is over the keyboard and it is useful to look back and ask - Was it all worth it?
This has singularly been the latest spring arrival in recent memory. The consequence of this is that weather conditions for turkey hunting have been appalling. Snow, rain and high winds. Nevertheless, I shot a gobbler and Lawyer and Sid each killed a jake. Only Braumeister got skunked.
Just last week we celebrated an important anniversary in America's exploration of outer space. On May 5th, 1961 - Alan Shepard was the first American in space.
This recipe takes eight months so be sure to plan ahead...
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.
If you're like me and you think about potatoes when you have too much time on your hands you'd probably arrive at the same conclusion.