The Bradford Era

It’s the second week of archery season, daylight's fading, you can’t help thinking of dinner. You turn and look behind you one last time. To your abso...

Near Benezette, September daylight slowly dissolves the darkness, the world evolving from impenetrable black, to dark grey, indistinct forms gradually...

This remarkable story took place around 10 years ago, on a late Friday afternoons. Our canoe was drifting easily over the blue waters, the entire week...

We’d risen in the pitch black of the predawn and driven 20 minutes to the area we were hunting that morning, splitting up to cover different areas of ...

By some remarkable convolution of time, it's August 2026. Just where the previous months went, I’m not sure, but the days are growing shorter and arch...

Hunting pheasants with my grandfather, Arthur Hayes, and Ken Lorch during my late teens was incredibly important to my upbringing. Here I was exposed,...

I sat quietly as the light gradually increased, the far ridge top growing from an indistinct blur into a sharp, knife-edge silhouette against the dawn...

I’m pleased to see more and more kayaks and canoes on the waters today. Not only do these pollution-free watercraft eliminate the roar of engines, the...

The long-forgotten pond was thickly ringed with brush and aspen trees, its steep sides interspersed with patches of poison ivy and oak. Located beside...