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		<title>2010 Rooster Rush opens with a BANG!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Box of Federal shells $15, Used Mossberg 12 gauge $175, Only woman hunting along with 19 men and She shoots the first two roosters of the day&#8230; Priceless!  Dawn Almond of South Dakota with her big grin and the first two cocks of the day!]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/10/2010-rooster-rush-opens-with-a-bang/</link>
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		<title>Critics of The Hunter’s Wife</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 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]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/06/critics-of-the-hunter%e2%80%99s-wife/</link>
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		<title>Fishing Glove by Glacier Glove</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ A review sponsored by the great folks at Glacier Glove. ]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/05/fishing-glove-by-glacier-glove/</link>
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		<title>What Was I Thinking</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ Before I left for vacation I asked a few bloggers if they’d like to do a guest post here at The Hunter’s Wife.  Nancy Jo Adams from Shenanigans From the Field sent me this guest post a couple of weeks ago.  I thought today would be the perfect day  to share it with my readers. Saturday morning was a slow morning in the blind as I sat on the edge of a field in hopes of seeing the Grand Poopah; a name I dubbed the trophy bird that we filmed on this land earlier this season. As I sat there listening…and watching the weeds grow…my beloved Crackie vibrated in my cargo pant pocket]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/05/what-was-i-thinking-2/</link>
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		<title>What Was I Thinking</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ Before I left for vacation I asked a few bloggers if they’d like to do a guest post here at The Hunter’s Wife.  Nancy Jo Adams from Shenanigans From the Field sent me this guest post a couple of weeks ago.  I thought today would be the perfect day  to share it with my readers. ]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/05/what-was-i-thinking/</link>
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		<title>Kentucky Fishing Guides and Princess Fishing Chick Angler of the Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 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]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/05/kentucky-fishing-guides-and-princess-fishing-chick-angler-of-the-year/</link>
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		<title>To Tinkle In The Woods I’ll Go</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 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. ]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/04/to-tinkle-in-the-woods-i%e2%80%99ll-go/</link>
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		<title>Eating Crow with Springing Teal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ When I announced I wanted to take up Shooting Sports as a hobby, it went over like a fart in church. I can still smell the distinct odor the affair raised—and it wasn’t gunpowder. ]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/04/eating-crow-with-springing-teal/</link>
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		<title>The Dangers of Bear Hunting, or How I Got Porcupine Quills in My Head</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 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]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/04/the-dangers-of-bear-hunting-or-how-i-got-porcupine-quills-in-my-head/</link>
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		<title>Gettin’ Jiggy With It</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 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. ]]></description>
		<link>http://teamhuntress.info/2010/04/gettin%e2%80%99-jiggy-with-it/</link>
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