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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Crappie Fishing Guide Quits

So last night I’m having a conversation with my husband about our upcoming fishing trip to Barkley Lake Kentucky.  Apparently the Rootin’ Tootin’ Fisherman called and decided to hire a crappie fishing guide for one of our days there.  After many years of fishing with the Tootin’ family this would be our first year having a guide.  And with the 4 of us and only two allowed on the guide’s boat … we have a decision to make …

1. Should Troy and Denise fish with the guide and Mark and I follow with our boat?
2. Should Denise and I fish with the guide and Troy and Mark follow with a boat?
3. Should Mark and Troy fish with the guide while Denise and I take my boat off to fish on our own?  (I like this option.  I get to drive the boat!)
4. Should Mark and Troy fish with the guide while Denise and I go shopping?

It sounds like the best scenario would be for Denise and I to fish with the guide and Troy and Mark tag along with one of the boats.  If that were the case, Denise wouldn’t have a problem at all.  She’s a big girl.  She puts her own minnows on and takes her own fish off the hook.  But me … well … I have a problem …

Denise:  Here fishy fishy fishy.

Me:  Umm Mr. Guide – Can you please put my minnow on?

Denise:  Here fishy fishy fishy.

Me: Umm Mr. Guide – I think my jiggy thingy is stick in the brush?

Denise:  Here fishy fishy fishy.

Me:  Umm Mr. Guide Sir – Can you take my fish off the hook please?

Denise:  Here fishy fishy fishy.

Me:  Umm Mr. Guide – Umm my hook is stuck in my hair.

Denise:  Here fishy fishy fishy.

Me:  Umm Mr. Guide Boss – Can you please tell Denise to stop saying here fishy fishy fishy?

Umm yes … Denise thinks she’s all that and a bucket of crappie …

And her redears …

Have a good day all … I think I might be shopping that day.

Or maybe I should hire my own guide.

Or maybe I’ll just resort to, “Here fishy fishy fishy.”  Apparently it works.

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