The Hunter’s Wife

All of those who read my blog probably consider my husband to be the shy quiet type who does everything for me.  That couldn’t be further from the truth.  He is actually very talkative.  When others are around and they aren’t looking I sometimes have to motion for him to hush.  Like the hand across the neck or the finger to the lips or just the dirty look.  If he is near me I will maybe pinch him.  Depending on my mood will depend on the signal.  This was not the case while fishing.  Mark was focused and in his own little world trying to enjoy the peace and quiet.   I, on the other hand, was very talkative and determined to find out all I could about his years of fishing.

Me:  Have you ever fallen out of a boat?

Mark:  No.

Me:  Has a snake ever crawled in your boat?

Mark:  No.

Me:  Has anyone ever hit you in the head with their rod like I did?

Mark:  No.

Me:  Has anyone ever threw their line out and hooked you in the face?

Mark:  No.

Me:  Have you hooked someone?

Mark: No. 

Me:  Have you ever drove the boat too fast and hit a sandbar, rock, or tree and threw someone from your boat?

Mark:  No.

Me:  Why is that guy wearing a helmet driving his boat?

Mark:  In case he flys out of his boat.

Me:  Have you ever taken a girl fishing?

Mark:  No.

Me:  Did they bait their own hook like me?  

Mark:  I said no.

Me:  Please tell me they didn’t take their own fish off the hook!

Mark:  Would you stop.

Me: Did you let them drive the boat? 

Mark:  I will let you drive if you please stop talking.

Next week on The Hunter’s Wife:  The Hunter’s Wife Gets To Drive The Fishing Boat

Thanks for showing us how to be a good daughter…

Thanks for being a great wife…

Oh wait that’s not Dad this is…

Thanks for being the little league Mom and running the concession stand for all those years…

Thanks for being a good friend…

Thanks for being the best Grandma…

Thanks for being the best Great Grandma…

And thanks for being the Best Mom…

Have a wonderful day ….  Luv All of us!

& Mark said thanks for being the best Mother-In-Law…

I have a lot to learn about fishing because I’ve never seen a fishing pole this big. 

When I saw it I looked at Mark and back at Troy and said, “That is the biggest pole I’ve ever seen”.  That opened a can of worms and I will not repeat what those boys said to me nor will I repeat my responses. 

I was amused by this fishing pole and I couldn’t help but laugh and then I laughed some more and then I had to take pictures and then laughed a bit more.  Sorry Troy, you know I would never laugh at you.  But I will laugh at your pole.

I’m sorry for still laughing.  I just can’t help myself.  I may have to get myself one for next year then maybe those fishermen will notice me. 

A few months back I showed all of you my newest purchase which was the pink lighted fishing pole.  What I love about this fishing pole is that when you spin the reel it lights up. 

I was so excited to take my new fishing pole to Kentucky with us and couldn’t wait to use it and let all the guys on the water notice my pole.  As Mark and I sat fishing near a bridge I waited in anticipation for the first boat to pass.  As the boat was approaching I look over, they did the head nod and I quickly started reeling in my line so they could see my reel light up.  They never noticed.  The next boat, same thing.  Another boat same thing.  Mark had no idea what I was doing until I confessed and complained about how men on boats never noticed my rod let alone me.  His explanation is they are here to fish not check out girls and their rods.  Grr…what is wrong with these fishermen! 

Maybe next year not only will I have my pink lighted fishing pole but a sparkly pink bikini to match it.  

For those of you who remember this game show you will understand the meaning of this post.  If I remember correctly, I was very young, the audience were dressed in costumes and Monty Hall would found a person and ask if they had a particular item with them.  For example; if they had a safety pin he would give them $100 cash.  They then had the choice to keep the money or trade it for what is behind curtain #?.  Could be a car or maybe chickens. 

This is some of the contents from my Mom’s - Let’s Make A Deal Purse.

Here are a few things I couldn’t resist pointing out:

1. The letter from your favorite son. Mom - this letter is from 1979.  It is time to put in the baby book. 
2. The peanut butter and crackers.  Mom - after being smashed in your purse and peanut butter all over, we do not need a snacky snack.
3. The add water to your koolaid packs.  Mom - they are really cute and all but we are perfectly capable of pulling in a drive thru if we are thristy.
4. The measuring tape. Mom - we don’t want to know.
5. The fan. Mom - this fan has seen better days.  If I recall this was purchased in Arkansas over 20 years ago.  Please refrain from pulling it out in public. We will buy you a new one.
6. The underwear in a baggie.  Mom - this advice is from the younger sister - if you get in an accident, you will not have time to use your wippies, clean up with your mickey mouse bar of soap, spray your body spray and change your underwear.

I took my Mom and niece to get flowers this weekend and when I turned around I saw my Mom had given Addison a snacky snack.  The peanut butter and crackers.  After Addison was all finished my Mom pulled out the wash cloth and washed her down.  I guess this is what you would consider a Mom-Grandma-Great Grandma who is always prepared.  

Hope all of you Mother’s had a great Mother’s Day.

Congratulations Susie.  Parvati is the winner of Survivor and you are the winner of the Cabela’s gift card.  Please email me at jody@thehunterswife.net to receive your Cabela’s gift card.

Last weekend my parents were over again for another fish fry.  If you missed the first fish fry, you can read about it here.  As in the first post, Mark was frying the fish and my parents were busy cooking the hushpuppies and fries.  I was ….

But prior to that I was BAKING….Yes, you heard me correctly.  I baked a Blackberry Cobbler.  This recipe is quick, easy and delicious.  Don’t forget the vanilla icecream to go on top.

Blackberry Cobbler:

• 1 stick of melted butter
• 1 cup self-rising flour
• 1 cup of milk
• 1 cup of sugar for mixture
• 1 cup of sugar for topping
• 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla
• 1 bag of frozen blackberries

Heat oven 350 degrees.  Melt the stick of butter in a 9 x 12 dish. (Many size pans will do depending on how thick or thin you want your cobbler.)  Mix together self-rising flour, milk, sugar, and vanilla.  Pour over melted butter.  Do not stir.  Pour blackberries over mixture.  Do not stir.  Pour 1 cup of sugar on top.  Bake for about 30 minutes. 

Enjoy!  My hunter actually did! 

This post contains the google search results of how a person searched a specific keyword and found my site. 

This is for the peeker who searched:

Where do I put the bobber on my fishing line - The first thing that goes on your fishing line is the bobber stop, then the bead, then the bobber, then a weight and then your hook.  Don’t forget your worm.

Fishfry homemade mix - Most of my family, from the south, enjoys just plain old cornmeal.  Which is how I like it.  My husband, from the north, enjoys a variety of mixes you can find at any grocery store. 

Fishing Girl - I couldn’t find myself when searching fishing girl.  Page 1 consisted of hot or sexy fishing girls.  I guess that isn’t me.  Darn.

Afraid to take the fish off the hook - Boy, I am with you on this one.  Just don’t do it.  Have someone else do it.  If you really want to give it a try, here are a few tips from Arthur.

I will be posting over the weekend. 

I’m so sorry Geraldine - Erik was voted out.

I am shocked about last night’s episode.  Erik seemed to be one of Survivor’s biggest fans.  How did he not know he was being played? 

I am the middle girl of the girls in our family and my younger sister and I are only 10 months apart. Being the older sister, I’ve always felt the need to take care of my younger sister. Even at a very young age, I would make sure she was fed and didn’t go hungry.     

(Mom-we look like we needed our hair brushed.  I know you had one in that purse.)

When I was in second grade and she was in first, there was a boy she disliked and she didn’t want to go out to recess.  She didn’t want to tell my Mom and seeing that I was so experienced with cursive handwriting, I wrote her teacher a note that read - “Jerri has a eyerake (earache) can she please stay in - from Mrs. (our last name)”. (My Mom still carries this in her purse.)

When we were teenagers and she was grounded I would ask my parents if she could go hang out with me and my friends because they trusted me.  The plan never failed and I would drop her off at her friend’s house while I went with my friends.  Sorry Mom/Dad.

When she became a Mom, I would always help out.  I would often keep her daughter Ashley for a night or weekend.  Ashley was always a very good baby and as she got a little bigger she was so polite, never said a mean thing, was always concerned about others and never ever repeated bad words.  

It was a Friday night and I picked Ashley up to come and spend the night.  Ashley was about 5 at the time.  We had plans to go get something to eat and get movies.  While we were sitting at dinner talking about 5 year old things, Ashley whispers to me, “Um…JoJo, my Mom called you the ”B” word.”  That is exactly how she said it. The “B” word.

After all the years I looked after my little sister, I still can’t believe she would call me a bad name.  I will never forget those words and I’m still hurt by them. 

I am off to counseling…