Critics of The Hunter s Wife
Yesterday, someone (she reads my blog) was making fun of me for not being a girly girl that takes her own fish off the hook. Coincidence that I asked if my readers take their own fish off the hook?
Maybe.
Probably not.
Dear chick that takes her own fish off the hook,
Before you get your fish off your hook ¦ I ll break your pole.
Love,
The hair puller.
It s a full moon tonight be safe all!
I love my readers.
Flying off on my broom for the night!
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Fishing Glove by Glacier Glove
A review sponsored by the great folks at Glacier Glove.
Before I left for our annual fishing trip, I was contacted by the wonderful folks at Glacier Glove to do a review for one of their gloves. I don t accept all reviews offered, but this was different ¦ because ¦ well ¦
I use a handy wipe to take little baby fish off my hook.
Over the years I d felt guilty having my husband take all my fish off the hook. So I d tried using towels, handy wipes, and my sweatshirt thanks to a tip from my outdoor friend Arthur, just to give my husband a break and not be bothered.
So this trip was very relaxing for my husband and very productive for me because I had ¦
Glacier Glove has many style gloves for a variety of outdoor activities from hunting gloves, fishing gloves, paddling gloves, sun gloves and cycling gloves. The style glove that was sent to me was actually from their hunting section but I used it during my fishing trip.
And this is what my fishing glove looked like by the end of the week.
Can you tell it was put to good use? Holy fish slime guts.
The first few days I bounced around the boat in excitement that I was taking my own fish off the hook. I even had a dance for it.
By mid-week it wasn t as exciting because I realized how good I had it when my husband was in charge of all that.
I use to be the carefree I m never touching a fish chick with my feet up swinging my pole in my husband s face for him to do the dirty deed. (In case you re wondering, yes I d hit him in the head a few times.)
By the end of the week I honest to goodness said ¦
I don t know what crazy person invented this stupid glove.
Yes I said that.
Because it worked. And it worked well!
But I liked being the princess that doesn t take her fish off her own hook. And now, because of the Glacier Glove, I ll forever have to take my fish off my own hook.
And I want one of you to be just as fishing independent as me. So tomorrow, I am giving away one pair of the Glacier Gloves to one of you!
Have a great day all ¦ and I wouldn t be The Hunter s Wife if at some point during the end of my fishing trip next year, my Glacier Glove goes missing.
We have a love/hate relationship.
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Kentucky Fishing Guides and Princess Fishing Chick Angler of the Year
We ve been vacationing at Barkley Lake, Kentucky for about 5 years. One of the reasons we continue to go back is the fishing. We ve always managed to bring home our share of bluegill, crappie, yellow strippers and catfish. Between my husband and I, on average, we catch about 100 fish a day. We ve never had a problem catching fish. But this year the guys, Mark and Troy, decided to hire a guide to possibly find a few new spots and learn a few new tips.
So we hired Billy Joe Boitnott that was highly recommended by the locals.
And I had no idea what to expect but I was put on the boat with Billy Joe and it was fishing heaven.
Let s take a look back at my fishing history:
- My 1st year of fishing: My husband took care of everything but I needed to learn if I wanted to be fishing chick angler of the year.
- My 2nd year of fishing: I touched worms and baited my own hook. Because one day I ll be fishing chick angler of the year that doesn t need a man baiting her hook.
- My 3rd year of fishing: I could rig up my own pole in case of brush hangups. Or tree hangups. Or my own hair hangups. No need for a man on this boat. I m fishing chick angler of the year.
- My 4th year: I just can t take a fish off the hook but I ll take pictures with it. Posing as fishing chick angler of the year.
- My 5th year: Oh Billy Joe where have you been for the past 4 years?
I sat in a chair on the front of the boat like princess fishing chick angler of the year and never had to move. He baited my hook, fixed my line, baited my hook, took my fish off, fixed my line, fixed my line and fixed my line.
And he called me cute pet names ¦ Sassy Susie, Sassy Jo, Sassy Jane and Sassy Frassy.
And I m not sure why? Cause I m not Sassy. I was very proper, polite and well-mannered. I was the perfect lady and I made sure not to use one bad word. I had a talk with myself before we went not to use bad words. No bad words Jody. It wouldn t be ladylike.
But then I heard Billy Joe say, you monkey a few times. And just when I lost that monster 10 lb crappie I loudly blurted out ¦
Y O U M O T H E R M O N K E Y.
Have a good day all ¦ I wonder if Billy Joe would paint my toenails next time?
Who needs the title fishing chick angler of the year being all fishing independent when you can be princess fishing chick angler of the year thanks to Billy Joe.
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If you d like to hire a guide on Barkley or Kentucky Lake, I would highly recommend Billy Joe Boitnott. For more information and if you d like his number you can email me at: jody @ thehunterswife . net.
Thank you all and thank you Billy Joe!
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The Dangers of Bear Hunting, or How I Got Porcupine Quills in My Head
We don t have porcupines where I live. We also don t have many bears, so when the occasional one is spotted, the 6 o clock news reports about the posse that stalked the poor bruin through a ritzy neighborhood. So if I want to hunt bears or see porcupines, I go somewhere that seems exotic to me, like coastal British Columbia.
Upon arriving in a B.C. bear camp years ago, I noticed all the guides had porcupine quills in the tops of their caps. Minutes later, as my hunting partner, our guide, and I headed out for the afternoon s hunt, a porcupine waddled across the road in front of us. Snatching my cap from my head, the guide ran for the porcupine and slapped its back with the crown of the cap. And that s how they all got quills in their caps and I became one of the guys. Nice.
A few days later, we were on a logging road on the side of a mountain that felt like the top of the world. Although there was leftover snow on the ground, it was a warm, shirt-sleeves day. My hunting partner spotted a large black bear about 300 yards away. It was a shootable distance for him, and he had a gun with enough oomph to do the job from that range, but between us and the bear were a vertical rock cliff, a patch of thick alders loved by grizzlies, a wide creek raging with the waters of the spring thaw, and a large snowbank. Getting the bear back to the logging road looked difficult, if not impossible. He shot it anyway, and we started plotting its retrieval.
The route would be circuitous, through, around, and over the obstacles between us and the bear. Without the aid of GPS units, radios, or any other electronics, we realized just staying on course would be challenging. So the plan was that I would stay on the mountain where I could see both the bear and my fellow hunters and direct them as needed. How did I get so lucky?!
I watched the scene below as the two men navigated their way to the bear, occasionally pointing left or right to get them back on track. Finally, they reached the dead bear, and the guide turned to me with both arms stretched overhead, waving in a criss-cross manner to let me know they had found the bear. I acknowledged him with the same signal “ and suddenly pain seared through my head. I had bumped my hat while waving, and a porcupine quill had nailed my scalp.
&$%@#*!!! I yelled, reaching for the brim of my hat to remove it. The cap wouldn t budge. I tugged a little harder, but the pain was worse by the second. My head hurt, my ears throbbed, every individual tooth in my mouth pounded. I sat in the logging road with hands on each side of my hat, tugging firmly but gently. It was nailed to my head. I reached for the quills and thought I could somehow figure out which ones were pinned to me. Every one I touched made the pain worse and still didn t budge.
Finally, there was no choice but to be more aggressive, like ripping a bandage off quickly. With both hands, I pulled my hat as hard as I could. This time it came loose, every little fish hook quill end attached to a chunk of bloody scalp. I later counted 84 bloody quills.
I dropped my head into my hands, my fingers massaging my aching scalp, my eyes clenched. Soon I realized my arms felt strangely warm, and I opened my eyes to find my hands and sleeves soaked in blood. My head was gushing, and I needed to stop the bleeding. I recalled that just down the logging road was a small waterfall, the runoff of the spring thaw. I walked there, blood streaming into my face and over my clothes, and stuck my head in the icy water. It worked; in a few minutes, the bleeding finally stopped, and I washed the blood from my hair.
I looked down at myself, seeing that my shirt was a bloody, sticky mess. My hunting partners were still at least a couple of hours from returning. I could see for miles, but there was (probably) no one around to see me. So I took off my shirt, washing it in the waterfall, streams of blood running down the roadside. I rinsed it until the water ran clean, then wrung it out. I found a sunny spot and spread it out on a rock to dry.
In the meantime “ combless and mirrorless “ I arranged and fluffed my hair with my fingers, trying to get it dry. My shirt eventually dried enough to wear, and I got myself dressed and back together. Minutes later, my partners emerged from the ravine, loaded with bear, and there I sat on the big rock where they had left me.
I could only imagine how shocked my hunting partners must be when they returned to find me in such a mess, especially after they had climbed down a rock cliff, crossed thick alders, waded a raging creek, trudged through a snow slide, field-dressed and skinned a bear, and returned through the same hazards with their first load of bear hide and carcass.
But they didn t say a word! OK, they re excited about the bear, I thought. Soon they ll finish telling their story and will notice. Not a word. Nada. Nobody noticed.
I guess I could easily attribute their negligence of my ordeal to their being men. I could call them inattentive and self-centered. In reality, they didn t notice because, after a week in bear camp, a waterfall shower and mirrorless grooming didn t hurt my appearance at all.
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How I Might Ruin The Hunter s Wife Reputation
I have a reputation to uphold around here “ I don t go in the woods, I don t pack heat and I don t know the proper way to hold a bow. This one time at Cabelas, out of boredom, I picked up a bow like I was some hot outdoor chick scanning the woods to smack a critter when my husband turned around and said, Jody you re holding that backwards.
And he went about his business while I stood there for an hour trying to figure the darn thing out. In case you re wondering, we had the same conversation last weekend.
If you ve been reading my blog for any amount of time you know I have a fear of a squirrel attack. Just as I step foot in the woods I know one of those flying trapeze of a squirrel with find it s way in my hair. Because I have big comfy nest hair for squirrels.
So when I read about Indiana B.O.W. “ Becoming An Outdoors Women on the Women s Outdoor News I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for me to ¦ well ¦ maybe ¦ just ¦ read about it.
That s all I m doing.
Just gathering information.
- It s about 2 hours from our house and about 30 minutes from our river house. (Oh deer)
- The cost is only $175 from Friday to Sunday. (I can afford that.)
- It s in the woods. (Blair Witch.)
- You sleep in barracks or a tent. (Friday the 13th made me sleep on the floor til I was 18.)
I ll write more about the details next week. It sounds like a very affordable exciting weekend for any female looking to learn more about the outdoors.
But what would it do to me? My blog would never be the same. Next thing you know I ll be wanting to wear camouflage on my date night like I yell at my husband for. Or competing at some clay sporting shot em up. Or having a camera crew follow me around in the woods. That would make great footage ¦ squirrel attack.
My non wearin camouflage painted nails hunter s wife reputation will be ruined.
Because I know me ¦ I cave to peer pressure and I m very competitive. My blog would change to smack em attack em and rack em.
What do you all think?
Have a great day ¦ maybe I could go there as a reporter or the entertainment. And stay at the local spa hotel.
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For The Love of Fishing
I only started fishing a few years ago and I fell in love with ¦
The beautiful sunrises¦
The peaceful scenery¦
Spending time with my husband ¦
Spending time with friends with big fishing poles ¦
The fish we catch ¦
The evening cookouts ¦
The guys that clean my fish ¦
And taking pictures of crusted fish guts on my leg ¦
Have a good day all ¦ I think I might need to go tanning before our April fishing trip. Or maybe I ll just wear pants.
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Run away Crappie Fishing
I say we all run away and go somewhere. Like Kentucky fishing. For crappie. This beautiful fall weather makes me want to run away.
This is the first and only time I ve touched a fish. But if I run away fishing alone ¦ I will need to take my fish off the hook by myself.
Umm¦
Ok¦
Hahaha¦
I can t¦
Fisher Tak-er Off-er for Hire!
I ll pay you.
And I m fun entertainment.
I ll bring cupcakes.
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A Little Outdoor and Indoor News
A couple of things I d like to mention today:
Outdoor News:
Norcal Cazadora s first deer:
Congratulations to Holly for harvesting her first deer. It was a spot and stalk but not tackle like my deer. But I tell you, Holly always amazes me. Not only did she harvest her first deer but she did it all alone.
Stacey Huston s cover shot:
This months Primitive Archer magazine features Stacey Huston s photograph on their cover. Congratulations to her and what a beautiful cover shot.
The Book by Dayne Shuda:
Dayne Shuda of Hunting Business Marketing has written The Book for simple strategies for marketing your hunting business on the web. Even if you re blogger running an outdoor site, there are many helpful tips and strategies to help you market your name on the web.
Outdoor giveaway:
Ben G. Outdoors is giving away 4 great prizes on his blog. Muck boots from Hank s Clothing, A Warrior Outdoors Hoodie, A Magnet Gun Caddy from Spec Tech and a copy of Warrior Outdoors Rack Attack. All you have to do is leave a comment telling Ben G. what you d like to see more of on his blog.
Indoor news:
Wednesday s at The Hunter s Wife:
Starting on Wednesday s here on my blog I m going to share certain conversations I ve had over the week with a particular person that made me laugh, made me think or made me want to smack them. Tomorrow will be an interesting conversation I had with my Mother the other night.
Have a great day all!
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