The Bradford Era

Serious writers are a unique set of individuals. Without exception, everyone has something to say and an internal driving force to do so. I’ve thought...

For spring gobbler season, May 2026 was the most difficult I can remember — and some excellent hunters I know never bagged a bird. To quote an extreme...

The alarm blared at 3:45 a.m., the strident sound cutting into my sleep. My entire body revolted; I’d been cuddled beneath warm blankets, in blissful ...

As the years stretch out and the view in the rearview mirror appears considerably longer than the road you see stretching ahead, one becomes more intr...

The spinner arced across the stream, landing a foot from the bank. I flipped the rod tip up to start the blade, lowered the rod and began the retrieve...

It’s an interesting facet of human nature, we all love to appear in our best light, as accomplished as possible. There are few better feelings than so...

Once again, I stood high on a ridge top, greeting the dawn. I hooted and the sound echoed back at me from the hillside, answered instantly by a gobble...

This year has been an excellent one as far as trout fishing is concerned. High water the opening day and several days of heavy rain, nasty wind and co...

Spring gobbler season is only days away and I should be excited, but may have a case of turkey PTSD — the longer I hunt gobblers the less I understand...