
DONORS:
Michael Roper, Tami Lamp, Jim Nelson, Clifford and Janna Kellogg, Andrew and
Emily Keresy, Washington Falconer’s Association, Debra Taylor
I
t was sad to not have known Russ again as I had heard he
was drawn back into falconry. For a long time Russ took up
other interests and I lost touch with him. This is a reminder
to all of us aging falconers that if you really want to practice
falconry, do not wait too long to make some of your plans come
true as we are limited on how many seasons we have left.
Clifford Kellogg and I would take off from Seattle and go “over
the hill” as we called it back then, to visit Russ. We visited him
many times to go hawking near Selah, Washington. Russ did not
join us much in the field but we would return and talk hours
into the night about falconry. At that time, Clifford and I were
in a campaign to re-establish a hawking club in Washington
State. The Northwest Falconers Association was defunct and
the Rainier Hawking Club had all but ceased to exist. Russ was
very supportive. I think the first meet was held at Russ’s house.
He opened his doors and hospitality to all falconers. The small
gathering was a success and was one of the catalysts for starting the
Washington Falconers Association.
As a young man and falconer, I was always encouraged by Russ
and gleaned as much information as possible about his knowledge
on Olympic Goshawk nests. Finally, after I spent many hours in
the field looking for the nests and not finding them, Russ agreed
to ride with me for a day to show me three old nests. I was very
excited to have him with me as I was getting very discouraged. It
was a day to remember as he took me into the forest and pointed
out the old nest trees. That was just what the doctor ordered!
The next trip I took with Russ was what I call “by the seat of
your pants”. I had found several Sharpshin nest sites up out of
Teanaway. Russ asked if I would take him to a nest so he could take
a female. I was thrilled to take him to one of my nest sites, as he
was always generous with me and others. He made the plans to
come and pick me up in a small plane, as he wanted to build hours
as a pilot. I suggested the Cedar Hill Airstrip near Maple Valley as
this was one of my favorite hang outs with my older brothers who
were pilots. I arrived early and was waiting for him to arrive near
the grass/gravel strip. What I did not know was the low amount
of hours he had and that he had never landed on an airstrip that
short or with that type of surface! I spotted him as he made try
after try to land. The plane was a 172 tricycle-geared Cessna. He
finally set it down, with some large bounces, and stopped before
running out of runway. When I approached I could see he was
shaking and noticed he was covered in sweat. I told him he did a
great job landing and then went on to tell him I had watched him
ground loop here in the past! Take off was much better and we
landed on the paved strip in CleElum. We were met by his wife
who drove us to the nests. We took the sharpie and flew back for
the airstrip. After a dozen times around the airport he went for it!
Again he made an OK landing, just like the first time, and I told
him thanks for the great time as I was now also covered in sweat
and shaking!
He was a true friend and someone many of us looked up to and
admired.
Ode to Russell
by Debbie Taylor
Remembering Russ Taylor • by Brian E. Sullivan •
I wish I could sing today for you my dear
But emotions run high now that’s very clear
The pain and the hurt will someday go away
When we all meet in Heaven,
we’ll all be there someday.
For now, Love, I know you are safe and sound
With God and His Angels all around.
I’ll remember dear Russell a
ll the good times we had
And never look back on anything bad.
Oh Lovey, we danced, we sang and we played
We always thought there’d be another day
I shall cherish your memory
Keep my songs bright
You’re safe now dear Husband
You have gone to the light
So fly like a falcon
And run like the deer
Swim with the fish
In my heart you’ll be near
Be at peace my dear Husband
You had such a full life
Debbie your wife