At first light I returned to where we had last seen blood. A sparkling sheen of frost on the fields, thin ice on standing water, and my...

Aleida shot her first deer, a healthy 2 year old four-pointer, during archery season last year. It was her first trip into the woods as a...

hush for one second I said hold still what do you hear I asked geese wind everything then off they went

I turn to head back inside pressing new steps into the snow different than the ones that brought me here

The boys and I and my friend Jason hit opening day of trout season on a reasonably-kept secret Finger Lakes stream again this past April...

(fp note: since this piece was published as my submission to the TU Blogger Tour competition, I was selected by a panel of magazine...

I was elected and served a two-year term on the Canandaigua City Council back in 2009. My decision to run was based on my need to not...

A shorter version of this story originally appeared in the Summer ’12 issue of Canandaigua Magazine. I could have called someplace else...

Cam Smythe was many years and many miles from his small-town childhood in the woods and water of Upstate NY. The quick smile, quiet...

My grandma Doris passed away in ’93. I was 19 and stationed in Erlangen Germany, but happened to be on a month-long mission in the UK...

The morning started at 5:30 with a couple sausage, egg and cheese breakfast wraps, coffee and an apple fritter on the ride to a...

10, 9 and 7 years ago. Swaddled and warm in their loving mother’s arms, just hours after their respective births. Brand new in this great...

To prepare, I’ve started cutting and splitting fuel for the stove. A few weekends now spent with my dad’s old 16″ STIHL chainsaw and...

I had just walked back from my stand to the truck to meet the kids. Dressed in sweatshirts, jeans, muck boots and still sporting...

The plan was to paddle our kayaks into the West River for bass. Jason and I made the same trip last year and have fished a handful of...

We don’t golf on no steenking golf course. We’re too busy catching bass and laughing at your drives.

This past Memorial Day weekend, I spent a few days camping in the Adirondacks with some new friends and fishing for native brook trout....

Less than a couple weeks. That’s what I’ve got left of the day job. That’s all that’s left of the twice daily auto-pilot-and-iPod-mix of...

We dig Spring. As a matter of fact this year we did a whole bunch of celebrating and out-of-door reveling the day before Spring arrived...

There’s a measure of insanity, I suppose, in the psychology of the late season goose hunter. The first couple days of ridiculous wind and...