I just received an email from Micah Ness of Wilderness Pro. Micah is from an Idaho town not far from me and we met through a mutual business acquiantance. We both share a passion for filming outdoor adventures, and Micah is turning his passion for the outdoors into a business in Alaska with his adventure company, Wilderness Pro. With this particular email, however, Micah wanted to share with me pictures of his 2010 spring brown bear. Let me tell you, they grow them big in Alaska! This was a personal record for him, and the largest brown bear they shot this year – this monster squares at 10′3″ (think about that a second - ten feet!) and the skull measures in at 28″. I think that’s a bear I’d give a mighty big swath around. Check out the pics:

For the record, Micah is a very nice guy and if you want to experience Alaska in all its majesty, he’s your guy. Give him a call at 907.947.7377 or shoot him an email, and tell him I sent you his way.

This article by: BaseCampLegends.com

I’m not a hunter, I married one. When it comes to wild critters in the woods I want to hug them. And cuddle them. And wish they’d live in my yard forever.

I’m sure you are all sick of hearing how horrified I was last year when the dirty rotten nasty fox ate my duck eggs. But it’s spring time and at this very moment there are duck eggs probably somewhere in my neighborhood or soon to be. I’ve been praying they’d return.

So Saturday I was minding my own business on Facebook when …

Love is a battlefield happened in my very own front yard …

Two males and one female.

And please don’t call her a floozy.

It’s not her fault.

They were mean to her.  And when they were done, they walked right over her.

And stepped on her head.

And just as I was about to run over and whack them, one of the males chased off the other male. (Please note; my weapon of choice is a shoe.)

911 what’s your emergency: Hi umm, it’s the neighbor of the crazy neighbor lady across the street again. Two male mallards just attacked her in her front yard.

Again.

Have a good day all … I think I need to set a trap and lock mama mallard in my basement where she would be safe to have her babies.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

I hope y’all enjoyed your weekend. We sat around the house not having your typical Memorial Day cookout. We did cookout, but then my nieces and I decided my sister needed a makeover.

So my niece Ashley was in charge of waxing eyebrows …

I think her expression tells the story of how a caterpillar once lived there …

And then my husband took over.

Yes the man that once lived to hunt.

The man that needs a size triple X rubber gloves…

Is now a hunter gone hairdresser.

Not only did he do the all over color but he threw in a few highlights. I wonder if he sits in a tree stand thinking if only my wife would go light blond or maybe chestnut blond?

I wish I had an after shot of my sister but I don’t.

I was busy playing outdoor girl with a 4 year old on a nature walk looking for ducks.

Have a good day all … if you call to make a hair appointment and we don’t answer, I’m still trying to get those gloves off my husband.

If only I knew how to use a hunting knife.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

My neighbor, *cough* Mrs. Kravitz *cough*, sent me this joke I thought was funny. And believe it or not I’m not a jokes kind of person. Jokes embarrass me, I forget them, they include the evil F word, not that one, the f . a . r . t . word or it takes me 10 minutes to get the punch line.

But I thought this was cute.

A man and a woman who had never met before, but who were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in the lower.

At 1:00 a.m., the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, “Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.”

“I have a better idea, just for tonight let’s pretend that we’re married.” She replied.

“Wow! That’s a great idea!” He exclaimed.

“Good. Get your own damn blanket.”

After a moment of silence, he umm …

f . a . r . t . e . d .

Oh help me! I’m sorry!

Have a wonderful weekend all … be sure to cuddle up in those sleeping bags if you’re camping this weekend.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

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!

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

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!

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

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.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

For those of you that weren’t reading my blog last year, I was stalking baby mallard duck eggs.  For weeks I saw the male and female hanging between our house and a neighbor’s house.  Finally we found that mother duck found the perfect bedding spot for her eggs.

And she sat.

And sat.

For weeks.

And according to several online sites about mallards, her cute little babies were to hatch within the week.

Until …

A Dirty Rotten Nasty Fox ate them.

I was horrified and heartbroken when I saw the photos from our trail cam.

So this year I’ve been waiting on their return.   I heard them one morning a couple of weeks ago and saw them in a neighbors yard once. As of last week, no sign of them at all. I’ve been searching and searching in our yard, a few neighbor’s yards, driving my car slowing around the neighborhood, secretly peeking in neighbors bushes in hopes of locating them. No luck.

Until…

I was minding my own business on Facebook when my husband walked in and said, “Marty (neighbor across the street) has duck eggs in his bushes.”

Me: Are you kidding? Why oh why would she lay her eggs over there. That’s right in the path of a running fox. His yard isn’t fenced. We have a yard with a fence and lots of bushes to protect her. Why in the world would she lay them over there?

Mark: Jody, I better not catch you over there peeking in his bushes.

Me:  Don’t you have somewhere to go?  I think you need more grass seed.

911 what’s your emergency: I think we have a peeping tom. There’s a crazy lady dressed in a black sweatsuit with her hood on peeking in our bushes. Yes you heard me right.  Not our window. Our bushes.

Maybe if I wear camouflage no one will notice me.

Have a good day all … I have sweet little baby duck eggs to find. And think I better practice my fence jumping skills.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

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.

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