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.
For a spell I was concerned that the day job and some other projects had put a serious crimp on fall hunting opportunities.
An early gun hunt with Lawyer, Mennonite and Braumeister dispelled that notion.
The guys are really a model of efficiency. Hunt the hours immediately following sunrise and preceding sunset. Butcher in between.
With four sets of hands we can skin, butcher, package and dispose of the remains of a whitetail deer in ninety minutes flat.
This leaves time for a walk with Girlfriend at midday and shooting some doves.
There are two deer in the freezer and we came close to four. Lawyer and Braumeister each missed shots on Sunday morning.
Missed shots? That's hardly a model of efficiency.
The rule at camp is if a deer is close to a property line the only shot allowed is a head shot. That way the deer is either dropped on the spot or a clean miss will occur. The rule exists so that none of us have to go on to a neighboring property to fetch a deer. Wounding is virtually out of the question. It is a very efficient rule.
The guys also clean-up nicely. They scrubbed the cutting board, knives and bone saw between deer, wiped-up the shop floor and hosed-off the four-wheeler. They scrubbed the bathrooms, vacuumed and picked-up after themselves before they left. Unless you took notice of the beer bottles in the recycling barrel you'd hardly know they were here.
Deer camp now goes on hiatus until the earlier of when I find time to sit with my bow or the nine day November gun hunt.
It is time to do some serious pheasant hunting.