Monthly Archives: July 2009

Be Honest About Coyotes, Will Ya?

I caught it too late, a missed telephone message responding to a short narrative about a deer that had been killed by coyotes up the road from my home a month ago, one that dovetails nicely with fresher news about deer mortality north of here, in Vermont, where experts are concerned about the effects this […]

Classic Mallett

When my Recorder phone, I picked it up, put it to my right ear and glanced at the clock hanging high on the north wall. Half-past eight, Peter Mallett calling. The affable Mallett — card-carrying union pipe-fitter, conservation gadfly, Millers River Fishermen’s Association founder, and world-class gabaholic –sounded pleased to hear the, “Sports, Gary Sanderson,” […]

Getting Old

Published: Thursday, February 05, 2009 Old Ringo is curled up comfortably behind me, content but beginning to show his age, a poignant realization from a longtime companion. An English Springer Spaniel of royal pedigree, Ringy’s going on 12, still spry but descending t’other side the hill. How can I deny it? It’s never easy to […]

Siphoning Green from the Green

I look through electronic press releases from various sources daily, seeking information that may tickle my fancy. Rarely, though, do I get one like last week’s from Vermont Fish & Wildlife that touched on three subjects relevant to Franklin County. Most interesting was the item about a central Vermont dam-removal project. It got me thinking […]

Leo’s Gone

Sorry to hear about the passing of another downtown South Deerfield mainstay. Leo Rotkiewicz, longtime owner of  Leo’s TV, died last week. My fondest memories of Leo take me back nearly four decades, to the days when our rooftop antennas pulled in three or four boring, black-white-channels and Leo had the only color TVs in […]

Herring Initiative

The state of Connecticut imposed a ban on the capture of blueback herring last year; it’s now migrated farther up the Connecticut River in a coordinated effort to rebuild stocks. The small migratory fish are cousins of American shad and have little sporting value to anglers. Historically, herring provided a food source to colonists who […]

Getting Away

A chill is in the air as the bright yellow maple pulsates in a blustery autumn wind, shedding its leaves to the ground. The burning bush shines pinkish-red, the Japanese maple brilliant scarlet when the sun peaks through the billowy white clouds racing eastward. Down the road a piece, a harvester levels the cornfield to […]

John Randolph

If memory serves me, the first time I met John Randolph, under brisk, gray November skies, he could have passed for a hardscrabble Vermonter, head capped, bib overalls covered by a dark sweatshirt and insulated vest. The morning was frosty. He was scurrying to get chores done with his family together for Thanksgiving at his […]

Not a Good Idea!

I know readers will probably get sick of hearing about my first and only grandchild, Jordan Steel Sanderson, 2, of central Vermont, but I must share with you his first hunting story. On his visits to Greenfield, Jordie has become quite fond of my neighbors’ flock of chickens, which he chases and feeds with absolute […]

Fall Fishing, Bush Fatigue

What better time to wet your line than under cool skies backdropped by brilliant colors reflected in the glassy water surface? It’s New England at its finest; at least that’s how I view it, and judging from the annual fall tourism trade, outsiders concur. From what I’ve seen thus far in the uplands, it looks […]

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