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Why Pink Salmon are Cool

by Deneki Outdoors

True, not many anglers head to Alaska specifically to target pink salmon. That’s OK though – we still think they’re pretty awesome fish. Here’s why.

1. Every other year there are billions of them. OK, not billions, but on even-numbered years on the Kanektok, our pink numbers are very, very large.
2. They eat poppers. Find ‘em where they’re fresh, and they’re more than happy to eat surface flies, and surface flies for salmon are cool.
3. They’re a ton of fun on a 6 weight. It may not be a big-game experience, but fishing a lighter-weight rod can be a nice break when you’ve spent most of your week pulling on the big boys.
4. They make a great shore lunch. Pinks don’t keep well in your freezer over the winter, but on the bank of the river, just minutes from swimming, they’re awfully delicious.
5. They’re great for kids. We love hosting family groups, and pinks are ‘friends of the family’! Easy to hook and fun to fight, but not too heavy or powerful…perfect.
6. Their metamorphosis is pretty amazing. All salmon change physically when they enter fresh water, but a pink’s Jekyll and Hyde transition from silver and slender to pink, toothy and humpbacked is just a neat natural thing to witness.

See the original article at GotHunts.com

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Introducing Doak Worley

Doak Worley and Cory Glauner have now teamed up to bring you one of the most powerful and efficient hunting and fishing booking agency in the industry. Cory brings with him the best networking and technical skills in the business as well as a passion for the outdoors and experience as an outfitter himself. Doak brings age and experience and a passion for hunting and fishing. He has hunted all over the world and owns a very successful marketing company.

Our promise to you is to give you the best outdoor experience possible based on your particular wants and needs. We will match you up with an outfitter that will give you the most enjoyable experience possible.

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You have all known Cory for quite some time now. This post is to introduce me, Doak Worley. I was born in Farmington, New Mexico in 1956 and baited my first hook at age 4. I have been in the field hunting since I was 6, and I killed my first deer at 8. I had 40 deer under my belt by the time I graduated in 1974. I barely graduated because of my passion for the outdoors. I have been self employed for the past 35 years and I live, sleep, eat and dream Africa. So this partnership just makes sense.

I think every red-blooded American male has dreamed of going to Africa. So why don’t they go? Is it to expensive? No, it’s about the price of a good whitetail hunt. Is it dangerous? No, it’s safer than climbing your tree stand. In South Africa you’re not going to get eaten by a lion, and the whole country is Malaria free. Is it hard to get my rifle or bow in the country? Not really. We supply all the forms you need and help you with the process and always have a team member meet you at the airport to help you get through customs. You can even take your family with you. There are lots of activities for them as well. So why do most hunters never travel to Africa? I think they are afraid of the unknown. They just don’t know what to expect. They just want someone they know and trust to lead the way. That’s why we are personally escorting three hunts to South Africa in 2010.

• The first hunt will be a 7 day Rifle hunt to the Limpopo province in South Africa for a group 8 hunters starting May 6th. This is a 5 animal hunt for around $4,500. This is an all inclusive hunt (excluding air and tip).
• The second hunt is a 10 day bow hunt for 5 animals and has a cost of around $6,000 (excluding air and tip) for a group of 6 hunters starting May 13th.
• The Third hunt is a combo rifle and bow package and is a 7 day hunt. It includes 5 animals and has a cost of around $5,000 starting May 23rd.

*Any of the packages can have animals added and the additional charge will be from the trophy price list on our web site.

Check out these packages on our web site, and if you would be interested in joining Cory and myself in South Africa in 2010 Contact me.

Look for next weeks blog with the story and photos from my hunt in South Africa last May.

See the original article at GotHunts.com

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Dead Bag Buck & A Grass Kisser

Just another ordinary day at the house of a deer hunter:

Time: 5:00 am – in a dark house.

Mark: Jody can you come in here please.
Jody: Where are you?
Mark: In the kitchen.

I turned the corner, flipped on the kitchen light and there it sat.

And it scared the bejeebies out of me.

My husband’s friend’s buck.

And thank goodness I’m not the cook around here because I’d have an attack if I saw that in my freezer.

In the 2 years I’ve been running this outdoor blog, the input here is 100% mine.  But for some odd reason my husband thought he needed to dictate Larry’s story to me.

And I quote:

Larry scored this 3 1/2 year old 8 pointer on his property out of a tree stand on opening day of shot gun. He weighed out at 186 lbs and will be sent to Critter’s Taxidermy in Winamac, Indiana where John Ingram has mounted several heads for me. (My husband)

Yes dear readers, my husband obviously has no clue I run a humorous outdoor blog. He thinks he might get away with being all serious as to how, when, and where this buck was harvested.

It doesn’t matter how good a friend Larry is, neither one of them are getting away with some serious buck story on my outdoor site.  You will never hear me say, “Damn, that’s a nice buck”.

Because I don’t talk like that.

That would be over my dead … 6 point fake buck.

And I think mine weighed 186.5 lbs.

And mine still has his little legs.

Wooo wait a minute … what is wrong with me!

For the love of grass clippings.  Larry owns Meier’s Landscaping & Lawn Service and is in charge of my yard while my hunter is away hunting and I’m busy watching my love movies eating pizza with my feet up.

“Damn!!! That’s a nice buck!”

Have a good day all  … Luv,  The GR Ass Kisser.

If you’re in the Winamac, Indiana area and are looking for a taxidermist, you can call John Ingram at 1-574-946-6857.

If you’re in the Northwest Indiana area and need any lawn or landscaping work done, you can call Larry Meier at 1-219-989-9070.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

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411 There’s Someone In My Bushes

My very own – could be a lifetime movie – true story …

I had just sold my townhouse and moved in with my hunter.  The house belonged to my husband’s Grandfather and we decided we would stay there until we found a house together. Grandpa’s house was an older home surrounded by very old large evergreen trees and bushes.  The house sat on a corner on a very busy street just down from the local high school.  I never felt unsafe there until one very dark cold fall morning.

Mark and I just got a new puppy.  Having a new puppy requires lots of training at all hours of the night and early morning hours in a very dark and scary backyard.  Mark had just left for work at about 4:00 a.m. and of course the dog wanted out.  I threw on a sweatshirt, turned the back porch light on and we headed out the back stairs. Mark and I stayed on the third floor that exited out 1 set of stairs to a landing and then as you turned left to another set of stairs that lead to the backyard.  After the first set of stairs, I turned on the landing to the second set of stairs and there he was.  Someone in the bushes about 20 feet ahead.  I stood frozen with my dog in my arms.  It felt like a lifetime before my brain caught up with what I saw and what I was suppose to do.

Finally, I quickly stomped up the stairs, slammed the door and called 911.

Except isn’t wasn’t 911.

Operator:  City and State please.

Panicked maniac:  Hammond, Indiana.

Operator:  Listing please.

Oh dear god.  I called 411.

By this time I was shaking and in a panic.  What if he ran up the stairs after me?  I finally reached 911 and then I called Mark at work.  There was an off duty police officer in the area that knew Mark and knew we were living there.  From the window, I watched the police officer search the grounds as Mark pulled up.  They both searched the neighborhood and saw nothing.

I was hysterical.  I kept replaying it in my mind.  How long I just stood there.  Frozen in time. Staring at him.  He was tall, wearing a dark sweatshirt and sweatpants.  His hood was up and his head was down hiding between two of the evergreens.  I will forever have that image etched in my brain.

Police officer:  Maybe it was just the paperboy.  Try to calm down.

Me:  It wasn’t the paperboy.  He stood there with his head down. Hiding.  Right there.

Mark:  Maybe he was pissing in the bushes.

Me:  No words were necessary.  The look on my face said it all.

They were there for a good hour before Mark headed back to work and I headed to my mother-in-law’s house just a few doors down.  My mother-in-law and brother-in-law tried convincing me of the same.  Or maybe it was a jogger. Everyone was making me crazy and they needed to stop talking.  I needed to call my Mom.  She will understand.  But it was the same sympathy.  No one wanted to scare me and agree there was someone in our bushes.

When I told my story to others;

A friend:  I’d agree it was probably the paperboy.

The friends state trooper friend:  I’d agree, it was probably the paperboy pissing in the bushes.

Me:  Or … Ummm …  Maybe it was the Tooth Fairy or Santa.

There was no paperboy in the neighborhood that morning.  There was no jogger.  The person in the bushes would have seen the light go on and heard me come down the first set of stairs.  Yet they never moved.

No one will ever convince me otherwise.  I know what I saw.  I know how I felt and I know what could have happened.

I also know this – you never know how you will react in situations until those situations happen.  I never thought I’d just stand there frozen as long as I did before it hit me what I needed to do.

And for the love of working in an office for over 20 years – 411 can I help you? Oh dear god.

Have a good day all … I need to practice my 911 dialing skills like a 2 year old.  Even a dog has dialed 911.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

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Confessions of A Crazy Hunter’s Wife

Yes, that’s me.  The crazy hunter’s wife.  The wife that does and says crazy things sometimes.  And sometimes I try not to but I can’t help myself…

Whenever Mark and I are at Cabelas he always sees someone he knows and forgets to introduce me so this past weekend I said, “Hi I’m Mark’s mistress, Candy.”  And I started smacking my gum.  Maybe he’ll remember next time.

The gum I’ve been smacking is that bazooka gum that I bought at Halloween that holds a ton of sugar for about 20 seconds.  Then I throw it out and get a another piece.  It really is good for smacking.  And if I hear you smacking you’re gum, I’ll ask if you’re gum’s good. Even if I don’t know you and see you in the store smacking that damn gum.

I unfollowed a guy yesterday on Twitter because he said something about spooning.   I’m sorry but if my husband ever said anything about spooning, I’d pack up my dresses for him cause he doesn’t live here anymore.

I’ve never shoved my hand up a turkey.  I’d have a giblet attack. And if my husband didn’t live here anymore, I’d have to order chicken.

I’ve never hit a critter with my car except once I thought I hit a bird. Out of guilt, I drove 10 miles back to see if I did.  Never found the poor little thing.  Hope a cat didn’t get it.

My sister-in-law once told me I have eyes like a doe.  WT?  I look nothing like a doe.

Because that’s a buck.

I’ve been entering The Pioneer Woman’s contest for 2 years now.  I found her blog a few months after I started my blog.  Well I finally won a contest.  It wasn’t a mixer or a pair a cowboy boots or a gift card … I won one of her book tour t-shirts.  And they are adorable … And fitted …  Around the waist …  Where my cupcakes land.

I’ve been using not so nice words lately.  I’m sorry.  There’s something in the air.  I think it’s because there’s a full moon coming.  I think I just need to fly off on my broom and call it a day.

Have a wonderful day all … I’m off to throw out my gum, do a few situps and refrain from using bad words.

Hahahah, okay.

P.S. – Tomorrow is my real life – could be a Lifetime movie – Peeping Tom story.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

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Back In The Saddle .. If Only I Had A Horse

I’m back in the saddle … well … not really … I don’t own a saddle and have only been on a horse once in my life.  But for some of us that had a few days off or the past week, it’s back to reality.  But when you run an outdoor blog back to reality doesn’t sound as good as back in the saddle.  But if I did own a saddle and a horse, I’d probably have a horse blog.

Yee haw.

Never mind.

I’m rambling.

I don’t like being back in the saddle.

I’ve enjoyed sleeping in til 7 this past week, which I haven’t done in a long time.

It’s been nice not having to be in the routine of things.

It was nice not having road rage for a week from a 80 mile a day commute.

Well except Saturday when I carted my husband around the city for a day of shopping.  I was the driver and … well … habits are hard to break.

Road rager: WT? She better get off my @$$.

Mark: What?

Road rager: The bimbo behind me is riding my @$$.

Mark: What is wrong with you?

Road rager: Just sit back and ignore me.  I go through this everyday.

Mark: She’ll jump out and kick your @$$.

Road rager: I will kick her @$$.

Mark:  hahahahaha Okay.

Maybe I do need a horse.

And live in the country.

Where it’s peaceful.

And milk Bertha all day.

Ummm…

Ewww.

Have a good day all … I’m off to anger management and kick boxing class.

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The Looney Bin – Haircuts and Colts

My husband Mark and I did something yesterday we haven’t done in awhile together – visit our parents.  Our first stop was his Moms.  She just had surgery on her knee a couple of weeks ago and can’t get around much.  She mentioned she hadn’t had a haircut in a couple of months so my husband volunteered to trim her hair.

Jody:  What?

Mark:  I trim my hair all the time.

Mother-in-law:  You sure you can cut my hair Markie?

(Jody thinking:  OMG. PLEASE. NO.)

Jody:  Maybe we can call her hairdresser to come to the house.

Mark:  I can cut it.

(Jody thinking:  Oh Mother-in-law, you don’t let your son cut your hair. I’m trying to save you.  I know it’s your pain pills.)

Jody:  I’m sure her hair girl will come to the house. MARKIE.

Mark:  I can handle it.

Mother-in-law:  Just a little around the ears Markie.

Jody:  But…

(Jody thinking: Oh heavens. Wonder if there’s a bottle of vodka hid down stairs?)

My husband cut her hair and then I gave her a good shampooing.  It actually turned out alright.  Well, until her real hair dresser asks, “Who cut your hair last Marilyn?”

On to my parents house.  My Dad was diagnosed with throat cancer 8 months ago and is still having a few issues.  Because of some swelling he needs to write what he wants to say. After a few notes back and forth with my husband Mark, I took the notepad to see what my Dad had to say earlier in the day.  Maybe he was having a good day and wrote love notes to my Mom.

But … well … is this what happens after being married 50 years?

Umm yea.  The meatloaf was good but the squirrels are as fat as her.  And the birds.

WT?

I need a cupcake.

I’m going to blame it on the pain pills.

P.S. – The spelling?  My Dad use to do the newspaper crossword puzzles daily until he got sick.  Instead, he has found his entertainment walking around the house with his gun holster on and his Colt in it.

P.S.S. – For those of you that don’t own a gun … his Colt is NOT a horse, it’s a gun.  I thought he finally bought that lil pony I always wanted.

Have a good day all … my Mom and I are off to the gym right after I eat a few checkers.

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Thanksgiving Family Rules 2009

Thanksgiving Family Rules…

1. Shoes off please. So be sure to wear socks without holes.
2. No reaching around me to just have a “pinch” of something. It’s rude and I didn’t see you wash your hands. Nor does it end up being a pinch. It normally ends up being a whole serving.
3. If your Mom didn’t come because she’s mad at me again, I hope you brought her taco salad. If not, someone will take you home to get it. Be sure to tell your Mom you will be forced to take the first bite.
4. Don’t blame me if the mashed potatoes are a bit lumpy. “Mad sister” in charge of mashing potatoes didn’t show. Blame her.
5. To my other sister – It’s not alright to sing, “Taco, burrito, what you got hanging out your speedo” in front of kids.
6. Can we go one holiday without crying? Thanks. You know who you are.
7. Please bring a sweater. If you tell me it’s cold I will tell you this – while you slept in today in your nice warm bed and all you had to do was bring chips and pop, I was here breaking a sweat cooking your 10 course meal.
8. My dog is not a cat. Please don’t throw him across the room thinking he’s a cat.
9. Yes my hair is a bit darker since the last time you saw me. The winter weather makes it that way.
10. If you kick, bite or pull my dogs hair, I will do the same to you. And if my dog, who never bites, bites, it’s your fault.
11. There is no running around the house. If your kid slips and falls on the hard wood floor, I’m sorry. Your kids shouldn’t be running around the house.
12. Isn’t it polite to bring the host a gift? I’ve been cooking for you people for almost 20 years.
13. Jer (my sister) if you slip and fall on the hard wood floor, I’m sorry but we’ll laugh. Oh and if by accident you somehow fall down the basement stairs again, for the love of depends, bring some clean underwear.
14. And Mark, it’s not alright to say you are going to the bathroom and sneak off to bed. Not only can we hear you snoring but that trick is getting old.
15. Please make sure your kids do not drink out of my cup. That’s all that needs to be said.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving all!!!

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