Opening Day

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor My alarm sounded at 2:30 a.m. and I get up as fast as possible knowing if I laid there...

Quest of the Pike

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor As 3:00 came, I hear the steady thump of a Beaver prop pounding the air. As the plane makes...

A New Home

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor It is funny to me how many times I’ve forgotten I’m in Alaska. Every morning, I wake up and...

The Journey

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor The last day of school came, and although there was nothing to get ready for school, I woke up...

The Last Weekend: Part Three

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor Once again, alarms at 5:30 went off in the cabin, but water dripping onto the new tin roof allowed...

The Last Weekend: Part Two

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor Alarms set for 5:30 a.m. met their mark and went off as planned, but for us it seemed way...

The Last Weekend: Part One

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor It was a weekend we had been waiting for since the year prior when our days were spent trekking...

Dynamic Duo

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor Jacob and I have talked about killing a turkey together before school since 7th grade, each time occurring closer...

A Day at the Hatch

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor As a fly fisherman, nothing seems to be more amazing than fishing a hatch. Fish are rising everywhere and...

The Triple Trophy

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student Contributor Every night, I go to sleep and three bright red empty 3 1/2” Kent shotgun shells stand next to...

Triple Trophy Valley

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor It all started with mouth calls and an owl hooter sitting in the cup holder of the truck with...

Hook, Line, and Nothing

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor From the time I pulled out of the school parking lot, time moved like a snail. Every tick of...

Beginning of the End

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor A 4 a.m. wake up call was summoned by the sound of a barking dog on an alarm and...

Down the Drain

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor I set down my scalpel and turned on the sink to rinse the greasy blood that was then drying...

Single Digit Steelhead

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor It all started out how it usually does, a quick glance from Jacob in English class that ended with...

Natural Escape: A Deeper Picture

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor To them, it’s a picture of a kid wearing a rain jacket with a fly rod perfectly balanced on...

Natural Escape: A Friend for an hour

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor He walked with a sort of spunk that could only be obtained by wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day...

Natural Escape: The Greenhead Grind

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor Waterfowl hunting for Jacob and I has seemed to be our kryptonite. We would go to bed with the...

Natural Escape: The Drive

By HUNTER REDFIELD – Student contributor Her eyes shifted toward me in chemistry with a repulsive look cast over her face and no words exited her...

A Natural Escape

Cranberry Chronicles staff report Cranberry Chronicles has a new columnist! Welcome Hunter Redfield, a junior student at Cranberry High School, who is new to journalism...