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.

Opening Day - Mistakes Were Made

Friends, Deer Camp, Hunt'n, Outdoors, Terrific Cooking

Are those a couple of deer out there?

It is just shy of 11 AM and the crew has just finished a breakfast of homemade deer camp biscuits and gravy accompanied by eggs served sunny side up.  (Eggs prepared in olive oil for the beneficial health attributes).

Lawyer is looking out the dining room window to the west.

I walk over. 

Sure. Those are deer.  Directly between NewGuy's and my stand! 

And directly between the pre-planned interlocking fields of fire. 

And we're here picking our noses!   Someone grab a damn gun and get on the porch!

Mennonite grabs a jacket and his rifle and bolts onto the porch and with that the deer (confirmed to be three) skedaddle from sight.


Dawn was foggy until almost 9 AM this morning.

This is the first time in recent memory I have been able to hunt for an entire opening day without gloves.  It was 51 degrees and rather pleasant.

Pretty cool and spooky but visibility was down to about 35 yards.

Excepting for the post-breakfast deer emergency no deer were spotted and no shots were fired.

After breakfast it was back to the field.

I packed a book for my afternoon reading pleasure.  So did a couple of the  other guys,

Around 2 PM I spied a couple of deer to the northeast .  They're too far for a shot so I keep glassing them.

They're tentative and they stop to sniff the wind and begin a sprightly trot to the west.

Mennonite is comfortably asleep in his stand only 75 yards to the north.


Here we go again.  Timing is everything,

There is frustration in abundance to go around. 

To add insult to injury  it was shortly after this that the residents of the Hillbilly House show up. 

There are hillbillies in Door County?

Yes - I know - it's a long story but let's just refer to them as the very loud family.  You can clearly hear their most personal conversations from a distance of a quarter mile. 

This is true. I am not making it up.

I get NewGuy on the radio and instruct him to head north away from the shouting children, the shouting dad, the barking dog and the riding mower and head for the swamp.

The sun sets and the only deer sighting is from Mennonite at o'dark thirty.

As the sun sets it is a good thing that there is porkulus in the oven.

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