The Bradford Era

Pop Hayes and I sat quietly in camp after a big breakfast of bacon, eggs and home fries, just the two of us. That’s a breakfast I loved then and still...

You must have to have a screw or two loose to hunt spring gobblers. You never know what can and will go wrong or when, to your complete disbelief, eve...

Can you believe spring gobbler is upon us once again? It seems to take forever for trout season to finally roll around and break winter’s deadlock, th...

I glanced at my watch for the hundredth time and looking up saw several others checking theirs. Five minutes left till 8 a.m., the first day of trout ...

I’ve often wondered if the doctor scrapped a fish scale or two off me when I was born? Could it be a sign that my birth date, February 22nd, has the a...

The sun was pushing its way over the far eastern fringe of trees, the sky a bright, brilliant, yellow gold. I stood quietly, listening to the stream b...

It is amazing what lengths human beings will go to hoping to find happiness. Unfortunately, many of the directions this takes them are dangerous and d...

My father was very frugal. Many thought him cheap. Dad surely hated to spend a penny if he could somehow fandangle something together rather than buy ...

The older I get, the more I appreciate a rifle that gets the job done in the deer woods and doesn’t break my shoulder or rattle these gray hairs aroun...