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.
Braumeister, Smokey Joe and I spent a quality weekend bow hunting - last weekend. We saw a pile of deer but nothing close enough to kill with a well-placed arrow.
My pal NewGuy knows that I enjoy history and technology - so he sent me a link to a new web-based service that some of you might want to
take a couple of hours to explore. take a big chunk of your valuable day to explore.
Here I am - underground - west of Highway 45 and somewhere below Wisconsin Lutheran College's practice field. This tunnel is as big as a subway tube. It is soaking wet with sucking goo everywhere and noisy. It stinks a bit of diesel too. But I'm used to that.
A week or so before deer camp I was driving down Bluemound Road on the way to the day job when I spied a curious piece of machinery. It was a gigantic tubular thing that had an equally giant (but festively-painted) cutting head.