I haven’t done one of these in a while and I thought I would do it a bit different this time around…

My goofy googler is how someone found my site from a google search.  While browsing those searches I started realizing some of the searches reminded me of my outdoor blogging friends.  So here we go…

“Female bow hunters in bikinis” - I immediately thought this is Kristine from Hunt Smark Think Safety in hiding.  None of us have seen a picture of her and she sure does know a lot about hunting for a girl who says she’s never been hunting. 

“Hunter’s wife poem” -  I can see Blessed from A Blessed Crazy Life writing her beloved a beautiful poem.  She’s a good hunter’s wife.  She bakes, sews, cooks, cleans and recently found a great deal on a scope for her husband.  For my none hunting friends “scope” doesn’t mean mouthwash around here. 

“Find a big rack and mount it”  - This would definitely be Rex at the Deer Camp Blog.  There’s nothing more to say.

“Deer hunting divas” - That would be Marian at Marian’s Hunting Stories. She’s been hunting for over 20 years and she would be the kind of lady you could learn a lot about the outdoors from.

“Do the hunters ever stop hunting” - In Marc at Nybowhunter’s neck of the woods, no. Have you seen all the deer he has been posting lately? Those boys out there are having some pretty good luck.

“Deer hunter barbie” - I love this search. This is so Arthur and his new little barbie over at Simply Outdoors.

“How to use a deer cam to kill a deer” - I immediately thought of Rick at Whitetail Woods.  He is always giving tips on hunting and I’m sure he knows of a way this can be done. 

“Applepie moonshine” - I thought of CDGardens at Timber Life who is the sweetest! I can see her baking apple pies and I wonder if this is what her husband uses his plane for? Ok, it’s not. I don’t think he can fit much in that plane of his. 

“Big long fishing pole jokes” - This is Mel at The Fishing Notebook.   I would love to head out fishing with Mel because I know he would laugh at my big long fishing pole jokes.  I might even let him use my pink lighted fishing pole.

“How to teach your wife how to do serious hunting”  If there is anyone that could probably teach me how to hunt it would be Othmar at Outdoors with Othmar Vohringer.  Not only would he teach me about some serious hunting but he could probably make me a raccoon hat right there on the spot.

“Hunter’s wife lingerie” - This is so Holly at Norcal Cazadora.  She is always featuring women’s camouflage clothing on her blog and I am waiting for the day she comes out with her own line.  I wonder if Holly and Kristine would let me come to the photo shoot? 

“Do your hunting boots make your big toe hurt” - OMG is this a song?  Anyone with a size 14 please come forward.  This might be Tom over at Base Camp Legends.  He looks like a pretty tall guy who would have a big toe.

“Deer hunter pajamas pants” - For the love of google - this is me.  I swear I was not wearing deer hunter pajama pants.

I have more on my list and will feature those next week.

Have a great weekend everyone and hunters be safe.

Tomorrow I will have a special additional to my Goofy Googlers which will also include my blogging friends.  Thanks to Tom for the idea and I hope you all have a sense of humor.

My site will be under a bit of maintenance tonight so hopefully I won’t have any problems in the morning.  Just in case, please subscribe to my googler reader so you know when I’ve posted. 

See you tomorrow.

Thanks everyone!

 Send me an e-mail at jody (at) thehunterswife (dot) net.

It’s about this time every year my hunter is complaining at how cold he is.  He is cold outside, he’s cold when hunting, he’s cold in his recliner and he’s cold in bed.  I, on the other hand, suffer from “29 year old” hot flashes. 

I know what your thinking - hot flashes at 29?  Well, yes, it’s very rare at my age but I’ve got them.

Yes, November is when our winter wordless battle begins.  He turns up the heat to 74 and I turn it down to 68. We have yet to come to a compromise.  Nor can we come to a compromise about our flannel sheets with deer on them. They are hot, furry and can shock the $#!^ out of your @$$. 

In all the time that Mark and I have been married we’ve never had a set of flannel sheets on our bed and every November I hear the same thing from my hunter, “Do you think you can put those flannel sheets on the bed?” And every November I say the same thing, “No” except this year it was in the middle of a hot flash…

“Mark, do you really give much thought to what you buy for me?  While standing in the store did you think to yourself,  hmmm my “hot” wife would love a pair of flannel sheets.  Then did you really convince yourself that your wife is the outdoorsy type of girl that would love a pair with bears, geese, deer on them?”

I wasn’t finished, “Heck maybe you could have picked me up a long sleeve flannel nightgown while you were at it.  You know, the kind that buttons up to my neck.  That’s sexy and toasty.  Rolling around in bed shocking the $#!^ out of my @$$.   Oh while you were at it you could have gotten me a pair of those big huge furry slippers with the bear heads on them.”

Sometimes we wives just go on and on and on, “You know with all that fur and flannel on maybe there might be enough electricity on me to light up the room.  Hell, there may be enough electricity on me to start a small fire.  That’s just the kind of fire I like having in my bed.  Oh and god help us if you had Troy’s problem we’d blow the house up.”

My hunter, “So that’s a no?”

For the love of my hunter who isn’t going to need a ladder to get into his tree stand anymore.  

The percentage of veterans living in poverty, as of 2007, was 5.7 percent. The corresponding rate for nonveterans was 12 percent.  Another statistic shows there have been 4,000 troops killed in Iraq and Afghanistan, with another 30,000 wounded.

When I think of how our tax dollars are going to bail out the corrupt with trillions of dollars, according to this morning’s report, I somehow feel our government continues to fail us.  Our government somehow continues to ignore we the people and those who have fought to protect us.  It’s a sad statistic to see those who live in poverty.  It’s a sad statistic knowing some of those are our veterans.  Those who fought to protect our freedom.

If you take a look around the internet you will find so many stories of our veterans who aren’t getting the help they need.  Stories of men and women injured so badly they aren’t able to provide for their families.  It’s heartbreaking.

We can do our part to say thank you today.  Thank you to all of our veterans who protect us.  But there is so much more we can do.  Whether you donate to an organization, you adopt a soldier and their family or simply take some old winter clothing and blankets to your local shelter.   Shouldn’t those who fought to protect us deserve our protection?

One of the things I love doing as a blogger is giving away products that I’ve been lucky enough to receive.  I’ve shared a lot of products on here and thanks to the people at  Versus Country, I am giving away a Versus Country hat, fishing lure and Whitetail Revolution 2 disc dvd set.  My hunter goes through many hats and this is the one he is currently sporting.

To enter the contest tell me how you heard about my site. Was it a google search, from another blogger, from a social networking site, from the local newspaper, from a friend, from the bathroom wall? 

It’s that easy.  One entry per person - U.S. residents only please.

I will randomly select a winner on Thursday, November 13, 2008.

Good luck everyone!

Dear Neighbor,

It’s the fall season again and I’m sure you received your town pamplet in the mail explaining the days the town picks up our leaves.  In case you didn’t get yours again this year, they pick up our leaves every other week.  This means it’s alright to put your leaves out on that day every other week.  It doesn’t mean you wait until the very last day of the pickup to put all of your leaves for the season out in one day.

Now, I see you come and go which means you’ve seen my husband in our yard everyday since the day we moved in.  If the sun never set my hunter would never sleep.  My hunter spends hours making sure our yard looks like a freshly cut football field on Super Bowl day.  If you ever peek out your window, like he does, you will see we don’t have a leaf in our yard.  And if you remember correctly from summers past, he is the grumpy neighbor who will yell at your kids for stepping foot on his grass.

If we have the same occurence we had last year, my hunter will try to convince me to knock on your door to let you know the wind is blowing north which means your leaves will blow right into our yard.  Not being a confrontational neighbor, I suggested I wait until we see your lights go out to sneak over in my black jogging suit, like the town peeper, to put a tarp over your leaves.  

I know you are probably thinking who is she to talk, you’ve never seen me out raking leaves.  Well, I have it pretty good around here.  If my hunter is gone for a week of hunting, I do what any finger nail paintin’ girl who doesn’t want to get a blister does - call his friends to come rake.

Thank you to adhering to the considerate neighborhood leaf pickup. 

If you’re an outdoor blogger please head over and sign up with the Outdoor Bloggers Summit. They provide a lot of support to a number of outdoor bloggers.

Rex at the Deer Camp Blog is looking for outdoor bloggers to be added to his Christmas card this year.  

Holly at NorCal Cazadora has just celebrated her one year blog anniversary. She’s the outdoors girl I want to be. Ok, I don’t but if I were an outdoors kind of girl I would.

A couple of new blogs I’ve added to my blogroll:

Kill More Ducks I think their name says it all!

Women’s Hunting Journal Terry is a life long outdoor enthusiast and huntress. Having logged over 30 plus years waterfowl hunting and eager for her next wild goose chase.

Also, you may want peek in here over the weekend. I think I might just start blogging on Saturday and Sundays. Ladies, if your guy is out hunting this weekend and you are looking for something to do send me an email for more details at jody@thehunterswife.net.

Day One -

The other night my hunter and I were chatting about the details of the 12 point buck he just harvested.  Normally I really try and hold my attention to the conversation but my mind wonders when it comes to deer hunting.  I can’t explain it.  I’m not sure if it’s because my hunter goes into so much detail or if it’s because he tries to correct me when I say stuff like deer grunt thingymajigger and I like saying deer grunt thingymajigger and I don’t like him correcting me on my deer grunt thingymajigger. 

My hunter continued on and I continued to, um, pretend to listen as any non-hunting wife sometimes does.  Ladies I know you know about that.  Then I heard things like pre-rut, peak of the rut and post-rut and suddenly my hunter had my full attention. 

Me:  Wooo down boy.  You are not going to give me the birds and the bees lesson in hunting. 

Hunter:  I’m trying to explain to you that right now with the pre-rut the smaller bucks are running mad after the does.  It’s a good time to be in the woods.  It’s almost the peak of the rut which is when the bigger bucks challenge other bucks, they’re running off smaller bucks and chasing after does day and night.

Me:  Hi, I’m Jody, your wife, the one who doesn’t hunt.  The one who doesn’t need to know about some lovesick buck hot after his doe.  That stuff is private.

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Day Two -

I had given this more thought and decided I had to learn more about this kind of stuff if I want to run this blog like a real wife of a hunter would.

Me: Hi, I’m Jody, learning lessons of lovesick bucks.  I found some really helpful information about the pre-rut, peak-rut and post-rut at HuntingNet.Com.  I read about the pre-rut, peak of the rut and when I came to the post-rut and read this …

The rut dies rather suddenly for bucks. After months of build-up, and then the surge of rutting activity, their testosterone levels drop quickly and the animals soon return to normal physiological makeup. But there is one glaring shortcoming: a post-rut buck will have lost upwards of 25% of his body weight, and he enters the lean winter months gaunt and exhausted. At this stage, big bucks want nothing more than to feed and be left alone.

I now realize just how similar man and beast really are. Well, maybe not the loss of 25% of their body weight part though.

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This was not a paid advertisement. I do visit the HuntingNet.com site and have left a few comments on their forum. Some of those guys just make me laugh.

Have a good day all and you hunters - get out in the woods - it’s rutting time!

It was Sunday evening and my tired hunter had just gotten home from a long day of hunting.  It was dark in the house, my hunter headed off to bed and I was headed down stairs to do a load of laundry.  I flipped on the stairway light and as I got toward the bottom of the stairs I noticed something to the right of me on the wall.  The stairway light isn’t all that bright and all the lights were off downstairs.  As I glance to my right, I saw a large streak of blood on my white wall.

Any girl who is afraid of a dark scary basement, feels faint at the sight of blood and has a problem with screaming would’ve screamed and fainted.  Which is about what happen to me.  When it comes to freakish things I don’t do well.  Like the time I was taking my dog out at 4:00 a.m. and I saw someone hiding in the bushes.  I didn’t scream, I didn’t run quickly, I just stood there as my mind tried to comprehend why someone would be in the bushes.  My body finally caught up with my mind and I took off running back in the house.  As panicked as I was, I was still able to call 911.  Except it wasn’t 911.  What I heard was ”411 City and State please.”  I will have to tell that story another time.

After I realized it was blood, I ran back up the stairs into the bedroom and Mark was already snoring.  I thought - ok, he’s alive - it isn’t his blood - why does he snore so loud.  My dog is sound asleep on the chair and he is fine.  I stood there chewing on my fingernail trying to figure out if there is a dead body in my basement.  How would they have gotten in the house? Is there an injured convict hiding out in my basement? All these thoughts were running through my head in about .00005 seconds.

I slowly head to the top of the stairs and slowly peek around the corner to see if there is any more blood anywhere.  Then I see a large bag at the bottom of the stairs.  I couldn’t take it anymore so I ran in the bedroom and woke up my hunter.

He headed to the stairs as I’m hiding behind him holding onto him shaking.  He was half asleep and then realized what happened.  He apparently had a bag of dirty clothes in the back of his truck, which is where he had his deer and the bag had gotten blood on it.  When he came home from his long day of hunting Sunday he threw his bag down the stairs and the blood that was on the bag had brushed against the wall. 

“Mark Allen!”  Which is what I say when I’m not happy.  “If you go missing and the CSI team comes here looking for clues and uses their blue glowy thing on the wall, they will see blood.  Now how will they know it’s the blood of a deer and not your blood?” 

“And I’m not touching that bag.  If that bag is still there tomorrow and you don’t come home from work they will think it’s you in there and your blood on the wall.”

To my wonderful readers:  If you don’t see a post on here for a few days could someone please contact the local authorities and tell them it’s deer blood. 

For the love of living with a &*&^ hunter.