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 was recently that a coterie of deer camp, pheasant hunting and fishing buddies reconvened for some quality male-bonding time in the north woods.
Lawyer has been up here turkey hunting since last Wednesday afternoon. One of a succession of hunters turning their hand at gracing their Thanksgiving table with a wild bird.
Remember what I told you yesterday about the deer I shot that had an ear tag? Seems that lots of people are interested in the deceased deer that we affectionately refer to as Number 24. Especially how she got here.
NewGuy is in his stand in the swamp and glances over his shoulder. There is a deer at twenty paces giving him the evil eye.
Many, many years ago when my wife and I were first courting I had occasion to attend her nephew's confirmation at a local Lutheran Church.
If you are traveling west-bound on I-90 toward South Dakota - if you take a right turn at Sioux Falls and head north to Brookings at about the 540 mile mark your stomach will probably begin to growl.
Girlfriend and I hit the road before sun-up today and are making our way to the mecca of ringnecks.
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.
Last weekend some Tosa curling buddies and I went on a short road trip to represent the Waukesha Curling Club at a Men's Bonspiel in Pardeeville, WI.
Last weekend I set out on an annual summer pilgrimage - my 16th consecutive one - riding the Scenic Shore 150 on behalf of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society of Wisconsin. This is a two-day bike trek from Mequon to Sturgeon Bay that raises funds for blood related cancer research and patient services.
There is an old saying about a bad day of fishing being better than a good day at work. I'm not so sure about that since I happen to love both.
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This post comes to you remotely from somewhere in the Republic of Texas where I have been enjoying a brief vacation followed-on by day-job business.
The Wisconsin League of Conservation Voters held their annual Conservation Lobby Day in Madison on Wednesday.
Rain today. Nothing moving - not even the chickadees or woodpeckers. An altogether appropriate day to cut-up deer.
Back at it. Out in the stands before sun-up. Cold - 28 degrees and so still you can hear a pin drop.
Up at 4:30 AM. We scarf coffee, oatmeal and donuts. We head-out in the dark to settle into our stands long before sunrise.
I arrived last night around 11 PM. Stoked the wood burner and unwound with a book and the Cowboy Junkies playing softly in the background.
Last weekend I had an opportunity to participate in some outstanding upland bird hunting.