By Jack McShane
Our intrepid hunter goes home empty-handed
THE ELUSIVE TURKEYS
WHY I’M HERE
By Jack McShane
Like many flatlanders who have moved up from down state, I did so to get away from population growth and density and its consequences …
JACK’S VIEW
By Jack McShane
Morning starts before dawn and this dawn is spectacular as sunlight creeps into the sky. I am perched twenty feet up in a maple tree midway up on the ridge on my property here in Bussey Hollow in Andes.