Gas Pains

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.

The Garden Chronicles

Firearms, Gardening, Organic Gardening, Organic Gardening, Turkey Hunting, Talking Turkey, Hunt'n, Labrador Retriever, Girlfriend, Sister

This has singularly been the latest spring arrival in recent memory.  The consequence of this is that weather conditions for turkey hunting have been appalling.  Snow, rain and high winds.  Nevertheless, I shot a gobbler and Lawyer and Sid each killed a jake.  Only Braumeister got skunked.

Both Sister and Girlfriend have been taking long walks afield each day - with Sister off-lead.  She's been soaking-up  the outdoors and learning basic verbal commands.  The trouble has been all of the water and mud everywhere results in a couple of very dirty dogs.  

Until now I never realized just how dirty Girlfriend really got.  Black dogs don't show the dirt.  The introduction of the blond dog has revealed that during mud season a daily hosing-off is a routine ritual.  Same for doing a load of dog towels about every two days.

Did you know that you can comfortably garden while wearing a sidearm?

What?  You pack heat while working in your garden?  Are you crazy?

Actually not.  Forgetful perhaps - but not crazy.  As a matter of habit I'm armed while in the woods with the dog(s) as you never know about encounters with porcupine and other varmints.  I just forgot to remove it from my belt. I have had groundhogs on my mind lately and live in almost weekly dread of the return of my nemesis Phil the Groundhog.

I'm ready in the event he reappears.  Last winter I purchased some massive smoke bombs on the Internet that I plan to throw down his hole.  The pistol is for desperate measures.

Today I got the last of five rows of potatoes in.  Plus the radishes and beets.  And two rows of onions.

That's about it.  The potted plants are coming out of the garage periodically to harden-off.  But with scattered frost warnings they're not going into the ground until well after Memorial Day.

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