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.

Cougars & Stuff

Daffodils stand straight as an Episcopal preacher, cardinals sing their joyous tunes and life is good, spring optimism saturating my nostrils, filling my lungs, penetrating deep into my cynical soul. I love spring but must admit it was not kind to me as a kid. When an adolescent’s sap ascends from his roots, oh my, […]

Snapshots

Wispy morning fog, sodden turf, earthy aroma, no deer, not far. I had been playing with a doe and her yearling the previous two mornings, fun. Drawn by the fresh, tender, tasty green stubble sprouting under the brown hayfield, they’ll be back. But it’s not like there was nothing else to jack up Lily and […]

Rock of Rages

Always dangerous to compose a column one day, then sit down for rewrite chores the next, exactly where I today find myself. So buckle your chinstraps, me a Cancer, waxing Full Sap Moon casting a contemplative midnight hue out back by the brook. Isn’t it nice how this last winter moon cleared the air, lit […]

Sowing Seeds

Lots of stuff and little space, nothing new, more like a weekly dilemma; that is, how to touch all the bases without busting allotted space, getting carried away, so to speak. Well, with snow falling, the press running an hour early and local activities canceled, why worry? There’s space to fill. To begin with, grandson […]

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 […]

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