Saturday our fishing friends came up north and we headed to Lake Michigan to fish for perch. The perch are normally in this time of year but the fishing reports from all the locals and our local bait shop guys have said they still seem scattered.

On our way out I took this great view of Chicago.

As we got closer to the hot spot for perch, there were at least 50 boats congregated in the same area. We inched our way in.

Mark was making and receiving calls from locals to update them on how we were doing and how it looked like the others were doing.

We were on the water for about 5 hours and only came away with 13 perch. The limit is 15 per person. Some of the perch fishermen did reach their limit but they were out a few hours earlier.

Here is one of the perch taken.

It sure wasn’t fishing like it was at Lake Barkley in Kentucky. To fish around here, you need to have much patience.

For those of you who are new around here, this post contains the google search results of how a person searched specific keywords in Google and found my site.

I can’t tell you how many “sexy” searches for hunting and fishing I’ve had. I’ve debated for months about using the word sexy on here in fear of attracting more sexy searches.  But I just couldn’t resist anymore.  So here you go you little sexy searchers…

Sexy Fishing - There is nothing sexy about fishing.  You are up at 4:00 a.m, there’s no time to shower and you fish at least 12 hours.  You have worm guts under your freshly painted finger nails, on your leg and those guts some how end up on your forehead from scratching it.  Hell, I probably ate one that fell in my pop. 

Sexy Fishing Pictures - Here you go…this is what sexy fishing is all about.

Now isn’t that just the hottest thing you’ve ever seen? Or how about this…

Isn’t that just the sexiest fishing face you’ve ever seen?

You’re not going to find anything sexy about fishing. Serious fishermen and women are fishing. They don’t have time to worry about what sexy thing is on the water. I learned the hard way.

Sexy Fishing Wives -  I really tried being a sexy fishing wife with my flashy pink fishing rod and no one ever noticed.  I even added a little grove when reeling in my rod and never even received a glance. They are focused on one thing and one thing only. Fishing.  Believe me, I tried. You can read about it here.

Have a great weekend everyone!  Weather permitting - we will be headed out to Lake Michigan fishing.  I don’t even think I’m going to attempt to bring my sparkling pink fishing rod. 

If you’re interested in purchasing the pink lighted fishing rod you can do so from here.

If you haven’t joined the Outdoor Bloggers Summit, head over to their blog and found out what it’s all about.  They are a great group of people and they are currently running a series for those considering starting their own blog.  If you currently have an outdoor blog, you can contact them to be spotlighted in their OBS Blogger Spotlight.

If you haven’t read Base Camp Legends you are missing out. It’s all about their adventures in the great outdoors and is on my list of daily reads. So I have enough adventures in my own house with my own hunter but I like Tom’s style, his passion for his family, and he can be as goofy as me.

Blessed and I have been working on our new blog that will launch July 1st. I can’t tell you how exciting this has been and I can’t wait to share it with all of you. In honor of the new launch I will be holding a great give away at the new site on Tuesday, July 1st.

Arthur at Simply Outdoors is headed on vacation next week and I am honored to be one of the bloggers that will feature a guest post while he’s away. Arthur’s blog represents his passion for the outdoors and provides a lot of information on his home state of Michigan. I wouldn’t be The Hunter’s Wife if I didn’t act a little silly over there. My post title for Simply Outdoors; “Simply Outdoors with Barbies”.

Have a great day all!

This is Lukie, The Texter’s husband. He just recently got back from Canada and caught some really big fish.

Now Thats A Fish…

She also handed me this picture.  I’m not sure if Texter didn’t pack him enough clothes or he is trying to camouflage that fish.  

Now Thats Some Camouflage…

I don’t think I’ve ever seen more camouflage worn at one time!

Have a great day everyone and check back tomorrow for a few annoucements.

For the past month I’ve been trying to coordinate lunch with a few of my girlfriends.  We try and meet at least once a month.  My communication with each one is different and very time consuming and this is why I’m resigning my role as the Lunch Coordinator…

The Texter - She used to go by the name Tamster. She is now the Texter. She will only text message and hardly ever checks email. If you call her, she is on her way out the door yelling, “How can you go to baseball without shoes - brush your hair - we’re going to be late - you better have your cup on -lets go, lets go, lets go.”

The Emailer - She is very good about checking email. If by some chance she doesn’t check her email, her man will check it for her.  I can always depend on her to get my messages and to respond or call.  She is very dependable and always on time.  That is to be expected from a teacher. 

The I’m Not Late - Is always late. We can just about depend on her to be exactly one hour late. She doesn’t check email, she doesn’t respond to text and I’m lucky if she answers her phone. Five minutes prior to her arrival she will phone for us to order her favorite beverage. This is who she is and who she’s always been. Even in high school we would have to wait on her to zip up her 80’s jeans with a wire hanger.  Sometimes it became a group effort.  “I’m Not Late” laying on the bed with legs hanging off the bed.  “The Emailer” - pulling the jeans straight out from the bottoms.  “The Texter” - pulling the jeans together at the button.  “The I Quit” - Straddled on the bed pulling up the wire hanger yelling at “I’m Not Late” because we’re going to be late. 

Being the coordinator can get confusing and I just hope I don’t text “I’m Not Late” thinking I’m texting “The Texter” to complain about “I’m Not Late” being late.  See I just confused you.  Oh … I just realized I called myself the straddler.

Luv u beezis! Even if you are late!

Check back later this morning!

Yep, I sure did.  My Dad caught me smoking.  I wasn’t 15 or 18 or 21 or 25 or 28 or 30.  I was 32. 

We live very close to Lake Michigan and years ago they brought in 4 or 5 gambling boats.  It was a Friday night and I decided to take my Mom and Dad.  My Dad normally plays blackjack and my Mom and I play the slots.  Once my Dad sits down at a table, he never gets up other than to use the little boy’s room.   I am the big $20 spender and then have a few drinks and watch everyone else. 

My Mom and I were on a different floor than my Dad and I was going back and forth watching them both and walking around watching everyone else.  I finally sat down by my Mom, had my drink and lit a  cigarette.  As I sat facing the machine, with a cigarette dangling from my right hand, I hear very loudly from behind me, ”JODY ANN”.  I about flew out of my chair.  Oh for the love of deer, it’s my DAD.  He never comes looking for us.  He never leaves his blackjack chair.  When we were growing up and the dog ran away and we found him two streets over, my Dad had no idea what street that was because it wasn’t on his route to work.  How did he find his way to our slot machine area?  Especially being that it was a totally different floor.  I felt 12 again.   I slowly turned around, thinking what I would say and saw the frown on his face.   All I could think to say was…

“I’m holding it for someone.” 

Oh how I had to hear it. 

My Dad:  “That’s real funny.”  

Me:  “Well I was.”

My Dad:  “Everyone told me you smoked and I didn’t believe them.  I thought you would never be one to smoke.  You are smart enough to know better.”  He didn’t even have to say how disappointed he was because it was written all over his face.  Then he looks at my Mom and said, “You knew she smoked?”  You know when Dad’s blame Mom’s.

My Mom: “For goodness sake, she’s 32 years old.” You know when Mom’s defends kids to Dad’s. 

Me: “Can we go home now, I’m not feeling well.  That guy’s cigarette stinks.”

Yep, that was me.  The 32 year old 12 year old that got caught.  :( 

This week on The Hunter’s Wife:

• A Few Annoucements
• Now That’s A Fish
• Lunch Coordinator - I Quit
• Friday’s Goofy Googler

This post contains the google search results of how a person searched a specific keyword and found my site. 

Wife of a Hunter Blog - Hi! That’s me.  Welcome!

Wife camping guys - Well I’ve never been camping so I’ve never experienced camping in the wild outdoors with a bunch of guys.  I might have had a dream about it. Maybe. Once. But I’ve never gone camping or hunting with other guys like her.

Wife paints husbands toe nails - Ummm you do what?  This is a hunting site.  We do not use paint/toenails/husband in the same sentence around here.  This is where my manly men hang out and my female friends who like their manly men.  Please don’t ruin my visions of my manly hunter in his steel toed boots with pink polish on. 

Hunting Shows Husband & Wife - I don’t watch hunting shows and I’m sure there is a hunting show with a husband and wife team out there somewhere. But if it were Mark and I this is how it would go…

Holly’s music playing…bow-chicka-bow-bow…

Mark - The Bow Hunter - Patiently waiting in his tree stand whispering to the camera “We’re here at Troy’s farm in the backwoods of Indiana.  We were out here yesterday and saw few does about 100 yards out and we’re hoping to see a buck come in a bit closer this morning just outside that tree line there.” 

Jody - The One Just Inside The Tree Line - Feeding the deer and whispering RUN the other way! Quick!

Have a safe and fun weekend!

Any wife of a hunter knows she has competition.  It’s the big buck that their hunter so eagerly awaits every hunting season.  The buck they’ve waited years to see.  The buck they’ve dreamt about many times hanging on their wall.  The perfect view, the perfect shot, the perfect mount.  It’s the perfect story from start to finish.  Finishing right on the living room wall.  Perfectly aligned with the living room curtains so that when people go by they will get a glimpse of him and think damn that’s a big buck.  He is the pride and joy of any hunter and this is why I can’t help myself from being jealous.  

1. He’s stared at more times a day than I am.
2. He’s caressed more times a day than I am.
3. He’s showed off to friends more than I am.
4. He’s talked about more than I am.
5. He’s been awarded a certificate and is in a trophy book and I’m not.
6. His presence was more important at a hunting show than mine was.
7. He’s had more photographs taken of him than I have.
8. He’s proudly mounted on the wall and his look is one of - Yes, he loves me best.
9. He will forever be hanging on the living room wall even after I’m gone.
10. He has a bigger rack than I do.

I am in need of some serious counseling. 

Have a great day.

Kristine’s post on Monday regarding Could You Live Without the Outdoors provoked this post about being outdoors and enjoying your surroundings. One of the things that attracted Mark and I to our house was the fact that just beyond our backyard is the bike trail in the picture. Most of the bike trails in our county are the result of a project called Rails to Trails in which they converted old railroad tracks into bike trails.

Just after we moved in I walked the trail a couple of times a week by myself or with a neighbor.  Then our lives got busy and we never had time to get into our routine again.  I’ve walked the trail a few times by myself but it gets very boring.  I’ve tried everything; walking, biking, ipod, etc. I just felt lonely. When spring comes and the bike trail gets very busy I see a lot friends out walking together.  A few weeks ago my niece was over and her BFF (best friend forever).  We were out in the backyard watching all the walkers when I said “I need a BTF”.  They were like “What?” I said, “I need a BTF … a Bike Trail Friend.”

I haven’t found one yet so I guess I will just enjoy the outdoors watching the BTF’s from the comfort of my lounge chair.

Have a great day all!