Author Archives: Gary Sanderson

A South Deerfield, Mass., native, Gary was the longtime sports editor at the Greenfield Recorder, a daily newspaper in Greenfield, Mass., where he retired in June 2018, having worked parts of five decades over 39 years. A senior-active, nearly 40-year member of the New England Outdoor Writers Association and the Outdoor Writers Association of America, his Thursday column "On The Trail" ran for nearly 40 years, ostensibly focusing on fish and wildlife, conservation and issues pertaining to them in the Connecticut Valley, where his roots reach deep into its oldest burial grounds. He and wife Joanne live in a historic Greenfield Meadows tavern today known as Old Tavern Farm, which has a rich history dating back to the mid-18th century. The home, which became a National-Register-of-Historic-Places building on his watch, served as a small, seasonal bed and breakfast from 1999-2015. Gary's other interests include history, anthropology, archaeology, literature, genealogy, Americana, country auctions, and early-American architecture and landscapes, as well as hunting, fishing and especially reading. His primary focus is the Pioneer Valley, its people, places and critters.

Photo Evidence?

Yep, another cougar tale. What can I say? They just keep coming at me. This latest report immediately piqued my interest for a few reasons: first, the southwestern New Hampshire location; second, an interesting photo; and third, I knew the man who wrote the front-page New Hampshire Sunday News story. I was first alerted to […]

Seafood Platter

One of those days, I guess. Maybe it was the clear, cool air that greeted me at 6 a.m., perhaps the strong, black coffee, possibly even lingering effects from that red-hot, spicy marinara sauce I concocted in a flash Tuesday afternoon, then devoured in the evening over a thick bed of linguine. Whatever the impetus, […]

Close Encounter

It’s really starting to get wild here in cougar country. First, sightings, then related follow-ups and safety concerns; now shiny green eyes and a guttural grumble that’s difficult to describe, even from close quarters … real close, like, say, five or six feet, if you can believe it. Yes, folks, it looks like these cougar […]

Another Cougar

Uh-oh, here we go again. Buckle your chinstraps. Fasten your seat belts. Looks like another flurry of cougar sightings — four legs, distinctive long tail — the latest one close to home. But, first, a little background. This most recent surge began quite inauspiciously more than a month ago, when an envelope on my Recorder […]

Full-Moon Ramble

Blame that waxing Sturgeon Moon; it cleared the air, brightened the stars and sharpened my perspective, a cool, gentle midnight breeze through the bedside window whisking away the dust and cobwebs, a tiny drop of  grease setting the cranial wheels free for silent pillow probes. Sleep? Hell no. Not on moonlit nights. So here I […]

Crossroads

Curiosity is a stiletto, needle-point, both edges razor sharp, lethal in the wrong hands, yet also a stimulating path to discovery — just one more double-edged sword from which I have never cowered. In fact, I slide it under my belt to tickle my grandsons’ fancy, maybe even that of their children if ever so […]

Different Strokes

Call it changing on the fly. What I really wanted to do today, sitting here in my customary Wednesday chair at a most unusual time, was compose a sad song, my personal lament for the end of the Connecticut River salmon-restoration program we’ve followed for two generations. No matter how hard they tried — and […]

Chain Reaction

With news flying at me last week like black flies in a sticky Maine bog, I never got to a subject I wanted to discuss but figured I’d get to it this week. So, here it is: the subject of deer jumping to their deaths one by one off highway overpasses in deadly chain reactions. […]

Troubling Taboo

We call it “The Canopy,” a formal upstairs bedroom capping the southeast corner of our home’s main block, an 1827 addition by the last of three consecutive Samuel Hinsdales to own the property. I typically sleep there when my grandson supplants me in my downstairs bed, but this was the first time we had two […]

Passion and Panic

I knew before pulling out my desk chair Wednesday morning that it was dangerous. I could sense it. Why had I picked up that morning phone call, breathed that refreshing air on my walk, watched Chubby freewheel like I once did many years ago, just the thought of it spinning my wheels into another realm? […]

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