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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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.

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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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AFTER MUCH ANTICIPATION…The XTREME Series has arrived!

New to our Camp Store this jacket has it all! Soft, silent shell of our 100% polyester 8000/5000 waterproof/breathable fabric. Well insulated with 150Gm 3M ULTRA Thinsulate- this jacket will not leave you out in the cold. Lined with our 100% nylon tricot for added ease of layering and movement. Deep chest and hand pockets. Innovative inner sleeve liner keeps arm mobile yet reduces drafting and maximizes dryness. Safety Harness access at the base of the neck with magnetic tab closure allows the huntress to wear harness under the jacket. Hood with exterior drawstring closure that pulls hood away from the face, thus maximizing peripheral vision. Drawstring at waist to enhance warmth. Includes the signature Prois Ducktail Feature that is designed to provide additional warmth and dryness to the backside…simply unsnap and the tail drops down an additional 12 inches that optimizes dryness when sitting in the elements.

The heavyweight pants that are engineered to withstand the coldest conditions mother nature has to offer. Constructed with 100% polyester 8000/5000 waterproof/breathable shell that is soft and utterly silent. Insulated with 150 Gram 3M ULTRA Thinsulate and lined with our sleek nylon tricot. These pants are the ultimate in warmth whether you are trekking across the frozen mountain terrain or awaiting that trophy buck in a treestand. Elastic waistline with added elastic drawstring and cordlock. Large cargo pockets with pillowtop closures. 9″ boot zippers added for ease of donning. The Prois XTREME Pants are designed to meet the needs of THE serious hunter! Find them in the Camp Store

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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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It’s our 10 year anniversary today and I wanted to wish my husband Mark a happy anniversary and thank him for putting up with me.  I know it hasn’t been easy living with a girl that can’t even take a fish off a hook without a handy wipe.

And after seeing what his fingers look like, ouch. Bluegills poke and that would hurt my little fingers.

And while he cleans over 700 fish, he lets me sit and relax.  After about 5 minutes I’m bored, so I take pictures of myself. Then when we get home and he sees our pictures I hear, “What are you doing? Your flapper is on your forehead.”  Except he used the right word for flapper.

Or when I take pictures like this one he has to be all serious like, “What are you doing now?” Me, “Taking a picture of the crusty worm guts on my leg.”

There are times he doesn’t think I’m funny. Well…most of the time.  So this is why when I do the things I do, I make sure he doesn’t see me.  And I almost got caught with his 6 pointer.   I was almost on a made dash with his deer.  Morning news: Crazy chick with fake deer running down the street.

But he’s my driver…

And he takes my fish off the hook.

And he cleans all my fish.

While I…ummm…yea..

I luv him!

Have a good day all … and for those of you who follow me on Twitter, I might have to bring out the tinkies or the hoppes.  It is our anniversary you know!

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