Donors: Mike and Sally Melvill
HAWK CHALK VOL XXXVII. NO. 3, December 1998
—by Jon Neviaser
On Friday, June 5, American falconry lost one of its best,
Dick Glasow. Dick practiced falconry with a lifelong pas-
sion; from a childhood admiration for birds of prey, he
was still ascending a tall aspen tree with climbing irons
to select a new eyas goshawk a year before his death at
An “old school” austringer, Dick often reminded me of
a professional falconer of old. His knowledge and oc-
casional quotations of classical falconry gave one the
impression of having talked with one of the old masters.
Kent Carnie once advised, “Don’t waste time trying to
talk about how much you know, just shut up and listen;
the guy’s done more hawking than anybody.”
Many old haggards out there will remember Dick for his
signature bird, an African crowned eagle “Stanley”; flown
in classical shortwing style, strictly from the fist at white-
tailed jacks, Stanley was a major crowd pleaser at NAFA
Field Meets in the 7O’s. Dick’s admittedly obsessive-com-
pulsive personality produced the most devout falconer
you’d ever meet; it also made him particularly hard for
some folks to understand! At Dick’s memorial service,
Bruce Haak commented that he’d felt puzzled about
Dick’s never saying a negative word about anybody
— “I’d start to vent about some guy, a falconer, and Dick
would just be silent! I’d think, what’s wrong with this
guy?” Dick just didn’t talk about others — out of charac-
ter for a falconer! An eternal optimist, Dick always saw
the best side of everything and everybody.
Some hard times had taught Dick what was really im-
portant in life e.g., having time to fly hawks was more
important than having money. He quoted, Money doesn’t
make the world goround, but it sure does grease the
wheels!” and “I’ve got a fine memory, it’s just short!”
Ed Fitch brought up another of Dick’s unique quali-
ties, “Dick was never afraid to pay a guy a compliment
— if someone had a nice hawk, Dick praised him. Never
jealous or worried that their hawk was “better”, Dick
would get excited for him and made him feel good.
After spending a week hawking with Dick and Jesse
Woody last season, not having hunted together for over
18 years, Ed said that it was just like they’d hunted to-
gether just the day before!
Of the hawking trips and adventures, spectacular flights,
sunsets and camp fires — they’re all just fond memo-
ries of yesterday to each of us when we remember our
friend Dick and the times in our lives that we shared
A Falconer’s Falconer Great Lakes Falconers Assocation Idaho Falconers Association
If you look close - my eyes are closed - it looks like I’m say-
ing, “Please, Lord, don’t let her break any tail feathers this
Dick Glasow with eyess German Goshawk and Mike Melvill
with adult female American Goshawk, 1974
Nov. 1969
Dick Glasow, George Woehrl, Ed Fitch, (kneeling) Jimmy
Buchman - all GLFA founders. Illinois, ca. 1961
Dick Glasow and Ed Fitch. “In all the years I hung with Dick,
I never heard him say a bad thing about anyone, he always
found something good in everyone,he was truly a great
friend and hawking buddy for many years.” (Ed Fitch)
L to R: Jose Soto, Kathy (the best thing that ever happened
to Bill), Frank Metallo, Bill Glasow, Tom Ward
Chuck Glasow (center)
This was the nicest bird I ever had! I get sick every time I
think about losing her - she flew at 1 lb 12 oz. I would like
to get a gos or prairie next. It will probably come from Hal
Webster. George is going to trap with him.
That’s lil-ole me by our fountain in front of the barracks. It’s
in the mid-70s, typical “winter” scene in Hawaii!
A Day Trip Hawking with Dick
Hawking with Dick was always an adventure, be
it with a Goshawk or Eagle. It wasn’t for the faint-of-
heart. I’d like to share one of my fondest memories that
summed up hawking with Dick.
South of Chicago, Illinois there is a town called
Chatsworth in Livingston County. In the late 1950s thru
the late 1970s there were long rows of Osage orange
trees along the section roads. In the western states they
are used as fence post and called hedge. In the winter
months the pheasants flock up and would stay near the
ditches along side the Osage trees. We would road hawk
with Goshawks and at times would slip them out the win-
One Sunday we left Dick’s house and drove south for
Living-ston County. I was driving my station wagon. Dick
had a real nice inter-mewed male European Goshawk.
First stop was always the Catholic Church, Dick would
run in and pray for us all and then off we went after giv-
ing me a candy bar. Being Sunday morning there was
little activity on the gravel roads.
As I drove along looking for a good slip, Dick said,
“Slow down”. As I started to brake, out the passenger
side window went his Goshawk. It was in hot pursuit
of a cock pheasant. As I watched the flight, I realized it
was going to be a very long tail chase. Dick was still sit-
ting beside me as I headed along the road parallel with
the flight. I saw a farmstead coming into view and about
that time the pheasant headed for the open barn door
with the gos in hot pursuit. The barns in the mid-west are
built on raised ground, with the ground level used for a
tractor or combine. Above that would be a hay loft and
below the main floor would be an area for milking cows
or livestock stalls.
As I pulled up into the yard Dick jumped out. I head-
ed to the house to explain what had happened. As I was
knocking on the door, I heard an awful loud noise and
witnessed the biggest Holstein bull I have ever seen crash
thru the side wall of the barn. The blood in my veins
turned to ice water. For a split second I had a vision of
Dick and I in handcuffs heading to the Livingston county
jail for property damage, animal endangerment and tres-
passing. I then heard Dick say off in the distance, “Meet
me on the road.” I headed for the station wagon and as I
got into it, the bull went by me heading out the driveway
and going in the direction we had just came from.
I pulled up and Dick jumped into the wagon with his
Gos-hawk proudly plucking the feathers off his kill. When
I could eventually talk coherently, I asked Dick what on
earth happened. He said the Goshawk had followed the
pheasant down a square hole that was used to pitch hay
down into the bulls stall. He slipped on the hay around
the hole and fell into the stall with the bull. The bull, see-
ing him land next to it, hit the panic button. It started
kicking wildly and kicked a hole in the wall and out it
went. After picking up his bird. Dick followed the bull
through the same hole.
Hawking with Dick was always an adventure. He was a
falconer of the highest degree with a Goshawk or Eagle. I
have always been proud to have been his friend and cher-
ish the many fond memories of our time together. I look
forward to flying with Dick once again when my hawking
time here is over. ‘Till then, your loving hawking buddy
—Ed Fitch.