Wade Robertson

This year has been an excellent one as far as trout fishing is concerned. High water the opening day... Your Privacy Choices

Once again, I stood high on a ridge top, greeting the dawn. I hooted and the sound echoed back at me... The Bradford Era Local & Social

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. I dropped my head in disbelief. The bird was on the opposite hillside, across the road, a swampy area, blackberry briars and brush. This bird always managed to be on the opposite hillside. How did he know? Better yet, I’d broken...

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 solving a challenge and through sheer will power and brilliant critical thinking winning the prize, besting the enemy, holding the trophy. Failure, of course, is the opposite of all this and most shy away from those things we struggle with, bruising our ego. Despite...

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 solving a challenge and through sheer will power and brilliant critical thinking winning the prize, besting the enemy, holding the trophy. Failure, of course, is the opposite of all this and most shy away from those things we struggle with, bruising our ego. Despite...

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, quartering the lure downstream, barely fast enough to keep the blade turning. I was fishing a deep run and the far side of the stream had a small eddy or current break created by a thick overhanging, half-submerged willow. Trout love...

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, quartering the lure downstream, barely fast enough to keep the blade turning.

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 introspective. Looking back, turning points leap out, moments when someone touches your young life, changes you, points the way, gives direction. Of those many teaching moments I was fortunate to experience, two stand out clearly. The steel, waist-high brace kept polio from twisting my legs,...

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 slumber. Even in my semi-comatose state my mind, I instantly asked, “Is a turkey worth this?”

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 slumber. Even in my semi-comatose state my mind, I instantly asked, “Is a turkey worth this?” I stretched out a hand, shut off the alarm and refused to consider anything but getting up. To think, reason, allow any type of excuse, the great majority of...