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.

Spring Fever

I finally got back on my feet over the weekend and celebrated my newfound mobility by inhaling our tasty March-brown February, rare indeed, while traversing the western hills through Colrain, Shelburne, Conway, Whately, South Ashfield and a little corner of Williamsburg; my country, stained throughout by ancient family DNA, sugarhouses belching dense steam skyward along […]

Turkey Tracks

Whew! Finally at my accustomed Wednesday seat, albeit late. It’s been one of those days. One thing after another this morning, mostly related to putting a car that’s been sitting idle back on the road. Perfect running order when I pulled the plates. But that was almost two years ago. Try it some time and […]

Twists and Turns

Canes and crutches, a forgotten hilltown bookshop and, yes, not surprisingly, more cougar rumors, one old, one new, the latter quite fascinating. In fact, I’d hesitate to report it if I didn’t trust the source. Fun. Another full plate, with lots of space and little local news to fill it. So, why not run with […]

Road Song

Wow! Time flies when you’re having fun. So here I sit, noon chimes passed, sentenced to filling this space again. No. Just kidding. I look forward to this. Anyway, the day started early. Had to be at the gym for 8 a.m. and, after a robust workout, scooted home, took the dogs on a brisk […]

Broken Silence

Here I sit, dilapidated, duct-taped knee brace strapped to my chronic left knee, recuperating from a flare-up that required my first drainage and cortisone-shot remedy since injuring the joint on a bad 1976 landing while stealing second base at East Longmeadow’s Veterans Field. Cortisone had been suggested once in the past but I settled instead […]

Winter Woes

Good thing I dug out my rugged hunting boots with the aggressive tread for a Wednesday-morning trek with the dogs. Icy and treacherous underfoot, I|couldn’t even walk my regular path. Nope. Had to trudge along the edge, crossing the path several times, previous days’ footprints glare ice after overnight rain, the ice getting harder and […]

Cougar Ramble

Another hectic start to column-writing day, which began with a robust workout and moved fluidly from a doctor’s appointment, to running the dogs, to the bank, to the gas station, to Foster’s for dinner and finally home, where I filled the stoveside wood cradle, swept up the debris and poured myself a cup of coffee. […]

Leyden Lion

It’s before noon Wednesday. I just finished Chapter 6 of a book I’m reading about a colonial Boston minister and poured myself a soothing cup of tea sweetened by Apex Orchards honey. So, now, here I sit at a familiar station for the first time after more than a month of vacation, looking out at […]

Buck Tale

I must admit I love it when stories come flying at me, even if they arrive before I’m out of bed in the morning, especially when preoccupied with pheasant season, always looking for an opening to bust free through a thorny covert. So, obviously, I didn’t object one bit to a dawn phone call Tuesday. […]

Bucks & Banter

That beautiful waxing moon that’s been illuminating this week’s clear, starry sky is called by some the Rutting Moon, and it’s supposed to have an amorous effect on mature whitetail bucks, which go into full rut and throw caution to the wind in search of receptive does. Tonight it’s totally full, so bowhunting has likely […]

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