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.
I have often been told not to run around with a scissors in my hand. And I try not to run around with my hair on fire either. But running with the dogs is another story.
Many years ago I recall asking the dog's veterinarian about the propensity of my Lab to dine on all manner of offal that is found in the woods. Of particular interest - to me at least - was a refined taste for baby bunnies.
While out bow hunting I came across this track. It looked like a miniature log flume.
By the time any of you are reading this post I'll be out in the woods hunting my Thanksgiving dinner.
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.
Phasianus colchicus Linnaeus – commonly known as the ring-necked pheasant.
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.
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.
Everything seems to have fallen into place and on-schedule. Mind you this garden is about 150 miles north of Tosa so the growing season starts a tad later and ends a bit sooner.
There has been an inch-plus of perfectly-timed rain in the past week.
Yeah, I know that spring doesn't officially arrive until a week from now but I know it's here.
Not too long ago I found myself thumping melons and squeezing fruit in the produce department at Metcalf's Sentry. This guy maneuvers around me with his cart. We make eye contact. He stops, turns to me and says-
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.
The garden has recovered nicely and fresh veggies are rolling in the door and finding their way to the table and freezer.
The primary nesting season is coming to a close so Girlfriend and I went for a walk in the meadow with little chance of the dog disrupting any ground nesting birds.
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.
The replacement tomato plants added following the post-Memorial Day frosts are doing well. We have blossoms and some green tomatoes on the larger plants that survived.
Girlfriend and I made the rounds this morning and found this.
Has anyone ever heard of a black lab turning brown? Ours certainly is.
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.
Girlfriend and I have been checking weekly on our growing families of cavity-nesting songbirds.
Garden was planted on May 23-24 and stuff is growing. Well, sort-of. Until last Sunday.
Did any of you notice that the Journal Sentinel has now jumped-on the nest box bandwagon?
Girlfriend (the dog) and I have been making our rounds on the nest box trail and a variety of birds have taken-up residence.
Spring is sprung, love is in the air and I have a second period spring turkey permit for Zone 34.
I crawled out of bed this morning and was wondering how to shake the post-election blues out of my generally cheery demeanor.
Can't you just anticipate spring waiting to be sprung tomorrow?
Spring is just around the corner.
The Wisconsin League of Conservation Voters held their annual Conservation Lobby Day in Madison on Wednesday.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. We live in a great country and have much to be grateful-for.
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.
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.