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.
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.
By the time you read this I'll be back in the woods for my fourth consecutive day of hunting the elusive wild turkey.
By the time any of you are reading this post I'll be out in the woods hunting my Thanksgiving dinner.
Some time ago I vented a bit over the failure of the State Legislature to override Governor Doyle’s veto of a measure to return the appointment power of the DNR Secretary to the Natural Resources Board.
The other day I was de-boning a thawed pheasant when the dog tiptoed into the kitchen - nose twitching. Ordinarily she does this when the chopping of raw vegetables occurs as an errant hunk of carrot might miraculously find its way to the floor.
It’s been raining steadily since last night and the farm is one giant, sucking quagmire. The ponds are spilling over. The creek is running. There is standing water all over the place.
This recipe takes eight months so be sure to plan ahead...
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.
Girlfriend and I hit the road before sun-up today and are making our way to the mecca of ringnecks.
Aka Bog Sucker, Bog Bird, Night Partridge, Doodle Bird, Whistling Snipe, or Pewee - the American Woodcock – Scolopax minor is a fascinating critter.
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.
De-bone a South Dakota pheasant. Remove all sinews and any stray pellets. Slice into tender-sized pieces.
We've been hunting since Thursday - taking advantage of a late season antlerless-only hunt. In two and a half days we've seen four deer and no shots have been fired.
Wisconsin's gun opener is this Saturday. Here's some deer hunting humor to help you hunters get in the right frame of mind.
'Tis the season to be jolly, fa, la, la, la, la...
It's been an interesting couple of weeks with the day job. Long days and late hours.
Wisconsin's archery season for deer opened on Saturday, September 12th.
In a 5 to 4 ruling today the high court cast aside the District of Columbia's 32-year-old ban on handguns as incompatible with gun rights under the Second Amendment.
Spring is sprung, love is in the air and I have a second period spring turkey permit for Zone 34.
So last Sunday afternoon I returned home from hunting with girlfriend - exhausted. Looking forward to putting my feet-up, I strip down to my long johns and stretch-out in a comfortable chair to read the papers.
The Wisconsin League of Conservation Voters held their annual Conservation Lobby Day in Madison on Wednesday.
Friday night a buddy calls me with the news (make that a notification) that we're going pheasant hunt'n on Sunday.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. We live in a great country and have much to be grateful-for.
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.
Had an opportunity to join a couple of my deer hunting buddies this morning at the Crawfish River Hunting Preserve.