As kayaks are taking a more front-seat role in sport fishing, and the adrenaline junkies of the angling world are grabbing a PFD and paddle, a new breed of fishing guide is emerging—even reality TV is piggybacking onto the allure of the paddle sport industry. Now, it seems as though every skinny water, offshore, and bay mogul is putting their fishing passion to work for the greater good of recreational thrill seekers. Since the number of professional kayak guides today was unheard of a decade ago, and nearly anyone can use the internet and social media to sell themselves as the next up-and-coming fishing guide, the competition is getting stiffer with every passing year. Continue reading →
So, you want to give your favorite fishing partner a present? You love her, and last year you followed my easy instructions at Romancing The Angler on Valentines Day, because you’re a man. And manly men give women what they want. … Continue reading →
Hello Readers and Mom Anglers! It’s winter in Southeast Texas, so you know what that means! I’m shifting my blog from mostly fishing related topics back to topics of parenting, childrearing, mom problems, and baby/toddler/child humor! If you want more fishing, be sure to frequent the sight in the summer and fall months! Winter and Spring is definitely all about the ThunderGuppy!
So without further ado! I give you the “breast” office correspondence emails ever written! Continue reading →
So you’re an angler. Your daddy taught you. Your grandfather taught him. You’re teaching your son. You fish your local waters, and see the bait stations and stops are full of men just like you. The fillet tables at the docs and boat ramps are usually the cliche fishing “sausage fest” as well.
But don’t let your typical observations fool you. As some anglers are starting to realize, the one random female out there is seemingly multiplying. Or is she? Maybe you are just starting to notice women anglers, because they’re no longer blending into the background. Dare I suggest—they’re now holding their own and even out-fishing their male counterparts! And they’re competitive, too!
Alright, I’ll just come out and say it! Women anglers are here, hooked up, landing fish, and winning tournaments. And there’s nothing you can do about it, except make room! Especially when Nicole “Nicki” Stockton approaches the Weigh Master. Don’t let her pretty face fool you, though! Yes, she’s done a little modeling, but it’s not her good looks that land the fish, it’s her keen and long-developed skills that give this femme fatale her edge on the water!
An old friend and colleague of my husband’s recently met our son and me for the first time a few weeks ago when we all crossed paths. I’ll call him T. T’s brother was there too but neither Josh or I had a chance to meet him before he (T’s brother) left. Making polite conversation, we asked T what his brother did for a living, since that’s a question “small talk 101” permits. T explained to us his brother was a nail tech, then immediately pointed to my hands and insisted I go see his brother for decorative false nails. I looked at T incredulously and blurted out, “I don’t need that crap. I go fishing.” I don’t know if that was an offensive response or not but it did seem to surprise T. I realized my being a woman once again drew an honest yet incorrect assumption from a new acquaintance. So in an effort to show my good will, I’ve decided to make my nails fancy with decoration. You know, so as not to confuse the men who think I should look or behave a particular way. This is what I’ve come up with:
10.) I have my rods, reels, rigs, tackle, water, sunscreen, folding chairs and/or pfds, fishing license, sun glasses, cast net, bait buck, fish gripper, dip net, pair of pliars, ice chest, fish bag, Kayak loaded, dog fed, house locked… Am I forgetting anything? (Where’s my kid?)
So, I have to make a confession. I have a problem; I’m experimenting with drugs lures. Maybe it’s because I’ve not had enough experience playing with wacky substance trials in my eclectic self-discovering college years, but I find myself slowly transforming into a mad scientist angler with each day seeing me more addicted to rigging up my fishing pole with artificials that are tweaked out more than a meth head. I mean I tweak my baits. Doesn’t everybody? Continue reading →