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Glenn Grisco
1964 - 2022
Since we’ve been married, and as far as I can remember, Glenn has wanted to work outdoors with his birds, and that’s what he did. He was most happy working with his birds than behind a desk. Whenever Glenn had to travel somewhere for a job, he would leave Trevor in charge of feeding, cleaning, and making sure that the birds that remained at home were taken care of. Glenn was so proud that he had a son that could do that and not have to worry about anything but the job he was doing. I remember when Glenn got the job at Sofi Stadium, he was so excited about getting to work there with his birds, it didn’t matter how far it was. He made it work. He would come home and talk about what his birds did or didn’t do that day and who he met. He loved answering questions that people would ask him about his birds. Aside from his family his birds were a huge part of his life.
I miss you, my sweet Glenn.
- Mimi Grisco
My Father loved falconry, as long as I can remember, he was always around his birds. As I grew up He shared with me more aspects of his passion than I can remember. He would not only have me help him take care of his birds at home or at my grandfathers house, he would show me how he made his equipment for the birds like leashes, lures and perches, show how he trained the birds for commercials, shows, movies and even take me out to see them hunt.
My father loved sharing his knowledge, for example if he spotted a bird in the sky while driving he would analyze it and tell me what it was. Falconry really was his passion, so much so he did it for a living and would always gush over the work he had gotten to do or how proud he was of his birds.
He had once told me that flying a bird and seeing them hunt was something special and the feeling it gave him was unlike anything else
- Trevor Grisco
My parents moved from California to Florida when I was just a baby, so I never really got to interact with my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Not until my adult years did I begin to reach out. A little while after I got my falconry license, Glenn and I connected on Facebook and then via telephone. We spoke at length about dog training, bird training, red-tails, and Harris’s hawks. Like his father, he was a kind and genuine man. He never seem to tire of my questions, was full of encouragement, and always quick to laugh at even my dumbest jokes.
- Dawn Grisco
Glenn was introduced to Falconry at a very young age. Dennis would bundle up the boys as toddlers and take them to the field. Once while hawking he lost Glenn at two years old, after telling him to stay by the car, he found him whimpering in tall grasses as dusk was coming. The first of many hawking adventures for Glenn. As Glenn went hawking with his dad little by little Dennis saw that he had a son that would follow in his falconry footsteps. He was taught how to build & clean mews, build & rake out weathering yards, scrub water pans along with making their own leather equipment. When Dennis had to be away at work, he knew Glenn and his brother William would take good care of the birds and animals. I didn’t talk falconry with Glenn because he had his Dad to learn from but when Glenn was around 16 he and I studied and passed our Falconry exams and received our falconry licenses together. Eventually Glenn accompanied his dad on falconry trips, falconry jobs and through challenges and successes they always had a good time.
Every Fathers day, Glenn, would work on a leather project and send it to Dennis as a gift. Dennis always remarked at his workmanship and loved receiving the gifts, Glenn made beautiful lures, leashes, jesses and hoods.
When Glenn would visit he would work with Dennis on anything and everything pertaining to Falconry, breeding and the birds. Glenn was a good student and took in everything his dad taught him, and asked questions.
Glenn loved his work at abatement and especially at SoFi stadium.
I saw the love of falconry Glenn had throughout his life
- Rosalina Grisco
Of all the Griscos’ Glenn was my favorite cousin growing up, he always had a genuine way of making me feel like I was someone special . He really helped build my confidence to pursue falconry and being an 8 year old wanting to fly birds I had some big shoes to fill .
Glenn was the first person that actually took me out to fly his dads Harris Hawk, I was hooked since then. Glenn and I had great times together growing up competing for his dad's approval in falconry. We had fun times and it was always a laughing moment when we were together.
Glenn was a natural master of craftsmanship in making all his gear! Without him I never would have pursued learning to make the Grisco block perch from my uncle Don. Just like his dad, Dennis, Glenn had no ego, a rare characteristic in the falconry world.
- Ryan Grisco
I had the pleasure of meeting Glenn from his cousin Ryan Grisco. When ever Ryan would go and visit Dennis and Glenn he would call me to come by or he would stop by later because I lived only a few miles from them.
Glenn and I are both second generation falconers who had the art passed on to us from our fathers at an early age.
When Glenn’s parents moved to Idaho he would call me to see if could possibly lend a hand or assist him in something that he need help doing because he was alone. Helping with an addition to a mews, or helping jess or cope a bird or helping him prep an animal for some movie or commercial that he was getting ready to do. After we were done, we would sit around enjoy a few beers and tell a few stories. No matter what was going on or what ever crazy experience that happened to him . He always had a positive attitude and a good sense of humor.
I will miss the stories we shared and the laughs we had .
Rest In Peace buddy
And fly high .
- Raymond Guzman
Glenn Grisco was a one of a kind falconer. His uniqueness made him a dear friend and brother to me. He was much older than me but treated me like his equal. Always in a good mood laughing and not letting stress get him down. Our falconry was minimal, but the few times we had time to go hawking made for great memories.
I remember one early Saturday morning, we met in Corona. He met me at a field I thought would have some good Jack Rabbit slips for his female Harris’s Hawk. Glenn had his hawk on his fist, in beating brush. We flush a Jack rabbit, Glenn lets out extremely loud “ ho, ho, ho’s”. The field was next to a residential tract, dogs started barking. I turned to Glenn and told him to be quieter, its too early to be yelling so loud. He’s gonna wake people up, someone might call the police on us. Glenn laughed, his hawk didn’t catch the Jack rabbit.
We would help each other at times when we had to retrieve a lost falcon. Glenn always made sure he had a cold beer in his hawking bag, specially on hot days. Glenn worked a few sites for me, the day before his accident, we worked a site together. He took a picture of me wearing a Mexican wrestlers mask. Glenn was laughing loud. His work in the bird abatement field was awesome to watch. I saw him get different styles of flights from his crew of hawks.
I was proud to work with Glenn, I considered him my older brother. Great man that was always thinking about his parents, wife, children and his family.
I miss you Glenn.
- Jorge Herrera
Donations for Glenn Grisco’s plaque made by: Deidre & Marcvan Eekeren and Dennis Grisco
