Jack McShane

FIELD NOTES: THE BOONDOCKS — August 2020

FIELD NOTES: THE BOONDOCKS — August 2020

It was overheard on the streets of our beloved Andes, a comment from a Brooklyn hipster: “We are now really up in the boondocks.”……………..

FIELD NOTES: CONJECTURE — JULY 2020

FIELD NOTES: CONJECTURE -- JULY 2020

I sat in a very favorite place (about two in the afternoon) with no annoying and biting black flies, as I was fully doused in OFF, totally enjoying the serenity and silence.

FIELD NOTES: SUMMER THOUGHTS – June 2020

FIELD NOTES:  SUMMER THOUGHTS - June 2020

Sometimes it is hard to have an experience that initiates the writer/thought process, but not this morning.

FIELD NOTES: TURKEY SEASON — May 2020

FIELD NOTES: TURKEY SEASON — May 2020

Jack talks about being bit by a tick and how lucky he was since it had been embedded for several days – and other musings.

A SPRING – May 2020

A Poem about Spring – By Jack McShane

FIELD NOTES: WELCOME APRIL – April 2020

FIELD NOTES: WELCOME APRIL - April 2020

A white flash on the white snow, a black spot behind: What was it?…Read the article and you will find out all you need to kno regarding weasels.