A couple of weeks ago, I took my niece to our local annual fishing derby.  Each year the sponsors provide the first 300 kids a gift.  This year’s gift – tackle boxes.

Me:  Oh look Addison, you got a tackle box for all your fishing stuff.

Addison:  Auntie Jojo, can I put my makeup and my girls in my taco box?

And with that, we unloaded one bag full of girlie toys and makeup and loaded into her new taco box.

She did end up catching a bluegill that day …

And like her Auntie Jojo she didn’t want any part of touching it.

And please ignore the fact that my husband needs a little bit of sun on a few other parts of his body.

Have a good day all!

We have a winner of the fishing glove by Glacier Glove.

Number 30 was Gretchen Steele of Steele Photo Services. And the girl takes her own fish off the hook! But some of those are slippery little suckers. Ya just can’t chance losing that 10 lb crappie slipping out of your hand!

Congratulations Gretchen!

Thank you all and a special thank you to Glacier Glove!

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.

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!

This giveaway is sponsored by Glacier Glove.

Yesterday I reviewed the hunting glove by Glacier Glove but I actually used it for fishing instead of hunting and it worked very well. So well I was hating to love it.  And I did love it.  Seeing that it’s fishing season, I’m giving away one of Glacier Glove’s newest styles – the Fighting/Stripping Glove – which is reported to be better in hotter weather and has a 50+ UPF sun protection rating.

The Fighting/Stripping Glove

To enter the giveaway:

Please leave a comment telling me if you take your own fish off the hook or if you have your husband/partner/friend/fishing guide or stranger on a dock do it for you. (Sounds like that could be a Lifetime movie – Stranger On The Dock.)

And I know it isn’t just our ladies out there that have yuck and ouch issues taking a fish off the hook. I’ve seen plenty of grown men using pliers.

I swear I don’t make fun of them.

Alright…

Maybe a little.

Glacier Glove is also on Twitter and Facebook if you’d like to follow them.  They’ve become one of my favorite companies to work with.  Great people!

The contest is for U.S. residents only and will run from today, May 26, 2010 – Wednesday, June 2, 2010. Winner will be selected randomly and announced on Thursday, June 3, 2010.

Thank you Glacier Glove and good luck all!

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 …

The Glacier Glove

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.

I didn’t catch a shark but that is what 2-year-old Ella from St. Francis, MN said when she caught her first fish, a 20 lb muskie, on her cute little pink barbie fishing pole.  I luv it!

“I caught a shark!” Sounds like something I would swear I caught. Even if you’d swear it was a little tiny baby bluegill.

I love a good kids fishing story especially when it involves using a pink barbie fishing pole.

Thanks to Ben at Ben G Outdoors for sharing the link.

And word on the street is there’s a grown man in TX running around fishing with a pink barbie pole.

Have a good day all … I need to go find where Mark hid my cute little pink barbie pole.

Link and more on the story of Ella’s shark can be read at My Fox Twin Cities.

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!

If you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time you’ve probably come across a comment or two I’ve made about never tinkling in the woods.  I’m not that kind of outdoors girl.  A squirrel might see me.  But after an incident at the marina last week, well, um, lets just say I’d rather a squirrel saw me.

It was a very hot week of fishing.  85 degrees hot. Being on a boat in the middle of the lake with the sun beating down on you feels like 95 degrees.  Without making a move, you’ve already worked up a good sweat.  Which means your clothes are wet and stuck to you.

My husband decided he needed more minnows so we headed to Eddy Creek Marina.  We pulled up at the dock and I decided I better use the ladies room.  So I pranced across the dock and up the pier to the restaurant wishing everyone a good morning along the way.

On my way out, I wished more fellow anglers and marina workers a good morning and climbed back into the boat.  As we pulled away I noticed several workers going about their business on the dock, people having coffee on the upper level of the marina restaurant and I thought about the people that had a beautiful view to the water while dining in the restaurant.

We finally made our way to a brush pile with our fresh minnows and my boat duties kicked in.  I bent over and dropped the anchor in the water.  I bent over and set the minnows out for easy access.  I bent over and handed my husband a minnow.  And I bent over,  grabbed my pole and started fishing while standing.

A short time later, another boat anchored behind us to fish a separate brush pile.  We made small talk with the older couple and then I went about my fishing business.  Bending over to get a minnow, bending over to pick up my minnow I dropped and bending over to pick up my squirmy little minnow again.  After about an hour, our elder friends left.

You know when it’s 85 degrees out, your clothes are stuck to you, you’re swatting bugs in fear of getting bit and you start itching?  Well I was all over the boat swatting and itching when I felt something biting the back of my leg.  I turned my body to give the back of my leg a good itch when I noticed it.

You know when you’re the girl that doesn’t tinkle in the woods and is in fear of bathroom germs so you cover the toilet like you’re wallpapering the thing in case your squat fails?

You know when it’s 85 degrees and your ass is as sticky as wallpaper?

And your squat failed for that brief second just long enough for a 5 feet long piece of toilet paper to stick to your ass.

You know when you bend over 100 times in a boat and you’re husband never notices that you have  5 feet of toilet paper hanging out your sticky wallpapering ass?

You know when you’re on a boat and an older couple is fishing behind you and they never once said, “Excuse me hon, but I think you have something hanging out your panties?”

You know when you’re sitting there having flash backs of where it happened, when it happened, and for the love of prancing across the marina like you’re super TP girl, who in the world saw you?

Oh help me.

And then you do what every wife would do after sitting on a boat with their husband for 12 hours a day…

“Mark? Grr Mark.  Grr.  As many times as I bend over in this stupid boat, how did you not see 5 feet of toilet paper hanging down to my ankle?”  I went on and on.  Blah blah blah.  Guys at the marina saw me.  Other anglers saw me.  Blah blah blah.  OMG blah blah blah.  I don’t even know what I was rambling but it was a good wife ramble for a good 15 minutes.

And all he had to say was, “Jody,  I was fishing.”

I am never using the marina bathroom again.

Mariana worker:  Where you going?

TP super girl:  To use the ladies room.

Mariana worker:  It’s that way.

TP super girl:  Oh no it’s not.  It’s behind tree number 3.

Have a good day all … to tinkle in the woods I’ll go.

While I’m sitting on a boat for the next week and a half picking crusted worms guts off my legs, I have some great outdoor bloggers scheduled to fill in for me.

I’m so thankful to all of them and can’t wait for all of you to read their humorous outdoor adventures.

Outdoor bloggers:

• Dennis Quinn – Fishing With Dad – Twitter – @FishingWithDad
• Ben Gustafson – Ben G Outdoors – Twitter – @BenGOutdoors
• Barbara Baird – The Women’s Outdoor News – Twitter – @babbsbaird
• JoAnna Zurinsky – My Bullet Points – Twitter – @12gaBrowningGal
• Sherry Kerr – Outdoor Media Resources – Twitter – @SherryinAL
• Stacey Huston – A Focus In the Wild – Twitter – @shustonphotos
• Mike “Hawk” Huston – High Country Archer -Twitter – He’s been MIA.  Or grounded from Twitter.

And be sure to follow them on Twitter, they are all lots of fun.

Have a wonderful day all and a wonderful week.

And if you follow me on Twitter – @thehunterswife – I’ll be posting updates from my fishing trip.

If you care.

Or if you’d like to see the KY record crappie I’ll catch.

Or 10 lb redear.

Or a hook stuck in my hair.

Or me in a beekeepers suit trying to take my fish off the hook.

The first year I started fishing with my husband I was more concerned with how beautiful it was being out on the water at dawn …

And I loved this cold morning seeing other anglers out on the water …

And I spent a lot of time just watching my husband enjoy fishing …

And with two pairs of glasses on my head and a face that shows how early in the morning it was … I’d ask, “Is this a crappie?”

And then it happened last year.  I think I just got scolded for talking so much so I was minding my own fishing business when I felt something pull my line.  And I politely whispered, “Um Mark, I think you should get the net.”  And he didn’t until I heard him say, “That’s a damn crappie.”  And he about jumped in the water trying to make sure my inexperienced crappie fishing self didn’t lose my fish…

My first crappie.  My first fish I actually touched.  Please excuse the crusty hair and the I’m soaking wet and I’m not holding a fish look on my face. But I have a husband that thinks, “Oh you won’t get wet.  Just enjoy the boat ride.”  As we head right through a huge whitecap.

And excuse the 10 chins. Thank you.

So this year is different for me.  I’m gettin’ jiggy with it.  Over the past few weeks I’ve been …

• Checking the weather.
• Checking fishing reports.
• Watching crappie You Tube fishing videos.
• Reading up on how to catch crappie.
• Purchasing my own jiggy do’s from what I’ve read.
• Practicing posing for better pictures.

Have a good day all … I have 10 chins to hide before our fishing trip next week.