Conservation Easements – Gray’s Sporting Journal

In the sun-drenched days of my youth, I had to prove that I was a safe and responsible hunter before my parents would let me hunt alone. But once I earned their trust, I would grab a 20 gauge from the gun rack, fill a pocket with shells, and call our Irish setter.

Earning their respect took some effort, but finding a place to hunt was a matter of walking out the door. I had worked a deal with a neighboring farmer, and in exchange for bailing hay in the August heat he granted me access to his property. This arrangement allowed me to spend many afternoons chasing pheasant, grouse, and woodcock.

As time passed and I grew old enough to drive, my reach expanded to other farms. I worked a variety of deals with several farmers-one wanted fish filets in the spring, another demanded a few birds in the fall, and others would call if they needed a hand with random tasks. Those deals, negotiated with men who were looking for creative ways to help a kid who was willing to work, led to some of the best days of my life.

Sadly, the hunting grounds of my youth exist primarily in memory-most of it has been developed. One farm is now a subdivision, another a cemetery, and a third is home to a shopping mall. If conservation easements had existed in those days, perhaps those lands could have been preserved.

Conservation easements create a perfect blend of public preservation and private ownership with agreements that are quite a bit more formal than swapping hunting rights for bailing hay. At their core, easements protect land from certain types of development. The protection of the resource-be it wildlife, clean water, or open space-is accomplished when a landowner relinquishes development rights in exchange for permanent preservation and a significant reduction in state and federal taxes.

Once a conservation easement is enacted, it becomes part of the chain of title and is passed along when the property is sold or willed to someone else.

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A Little Slice of Heaven – Gray’s Sporting Journal

A FEW YEARS AGO, MY WIFE surprised me with a copy of Partridge Shortenin’, by Gorham “Grampa Grouse” Cross. In 1949, Grampa Grouse printed
only 100 copies for his friends, thereby making an original copy about as scarce as hen’s teeth. Two subsequent printings have added 600 additional copies to the
sporting world for a grand tally of 700 editions. Thanks to my wife, I have one of them in my collection.

I was in awe of the outstanding shooting chronicled in the chapter “All Full at Noon,” which tells the story of three men shooting a limit of four grouse each by noon. Cross estimates that about 10 percent of flushed birds are killed, so at that rate it means for every bird killed he saw ten more, for every limit reached he saw 40 birds, and for a three-man limit their shooting party caught at least
a fleeting glimpse 120. Today, any grouse hunter who sees 20 birds in a day has hit a magical benchmark. The same is true of bobwhite quail down South, trout in the Rockies, waterfowl in the Central Flyway, and so on. These days, it seems that finding game takes far more time than actually hunting it.

The lack of quality hunting or fishing opportunities is a leading factor in why die-hard sportsmen take matters into their own hands. Whether purchasing a 25-acre farm or a 250,000-acre ranch, the ultimate goal is to capture their own little slice of heaven-and perhaps re-create an experience that resembles Gorham Cross’s.

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