Poetry: Great Plains Miniature

Through hills,
Through sand,
Scrub pine,
Switch grass,
Panic grass,
Fire.
Poetry: Hand Me My Squibnocket Trumpet

I prove the muskrat, snoring
in its reedy castle.
I prove its woody castor!
The loon’s rumor, I prove.
I’ve a foot in the estrume.
Poetry: A Hunter’s Bird

Fierce-eyed raptor bird, where are your talons? You must have left them as you stumbled in some dark hollow while grazing grapes–drunk on that fall’s vintage. You terrify me with the black of your eyes and the thunder of your wings as they rip the thin mountain air. Whose heart beats faster at your flush? I have breathed deep the piquant banquet of your crop, inhaled the story of your day before we met…
Cooper Gilkes: The Striped Bass

A tumultuous trifecta is unfolding onto The Striped Bass; its food chain, breeding grounds and genetic pool is being threatened to the echo of a dark past where fisherman stood on shores night after night without any sight of the fish. At least, that’s what Cooper Gilkes is forewarning to the scientific community about the health and livelihood of this species after a lifetime of observation.
Cooper Gilkes: A Guide’s Tale

When you’re heading to West Tisbury, MA, from Coop’s Bait & Tackle there’s a dip in the road and a sign should read ‘Free Pony Rides.’ According to Cooper Gilkes: you turn off the main road, see a house on a hill to the left, a TTOR sign to your right, drive for 3 miles…
New Blog Chronicles The Sportsman & Outdoor World

A group of avid outdoorsman have approached The Erie Wire about chronicling the diversity of fish and game opportunities their lives afford. They talk of a world where no rock is left unturned, and look forward to bringing these unseen pages to everyone. Check back in November when we’ll begin to publish the untold life [...]





