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.
With all the rancor, finger-pointing, name-calling, pontificating and just plain bad-vibes permeating Wisconsin's atmosphere lately sometimes the best medicine is seeking refuge in a turkey blind or the garden. Better yet - a boat. My pal Sid and I hit the bay yesterday seeking walleye.
Like this one.
Twenty-eight inches and ten pounds.