Guest Blog: What It's Like To....Be A Fisherwoman

While I'm on vacation in Costa Rica, some of my friends have volunteered to step in with guest blogs on the theme "What It's Like to...."  Hope you enjoy!  Buenos dias! :)

We'll kick things off with my dear friend, Blonde Oklahoma Girl, who is actually with me in Costa Rica enjoying paradise!  If you know her in real life, you realize that she's a little high maintenence (I rate her at an 8/10 on the scale), loves pink and glitter and make up.  But what you  might not know is that her favorite summertime hobby is fishing.  So, what better for her to write about?  With that intro, here you have Blonde Oklahoma Girl!

Helllloooo

Blonde Oklahoma girl here...Tiff here is one of my bff's and I blog over here at I was born a red dirt girl.

Tiff wanted me to do a blog about fishing. This might seem to shock people, because normally I would do a blog about how to master the ulitimate poof pony tail. I never go anywhere with a flat pony tail, but I've broaden my horizons...one of those horizons just so happens to be fishing.

Poofed hair example :)

It's actually not a new found hobby. I started fishing at a young age. Growing up, I would spend summers with my Nana and Papa. They lived on a ranch in southern Oklahoma with tons and tons of land for us to run wild and lots of ponds. In fact, not only is this where my love for fishing first started, but it's also where I learned to shoot a gun...and might I add...learned to shoot very well. What I am about to say is going to make me sound very red neck...but hey, it is Oklahoma. My Papa would toss various can's into the water and see if I could shoot them. Free entertainment I guess.

Might I add...I blew those suckers out of the water.

Back to fishing.

Here are just few things, I think everyone should know before the deem themselves pro fisherwomen...like myself.

Own your own pole/tacklebox. So what if your pole is pink and gray. Poles with no color are boring...plus, in a man's world...it's nice to have a little femininity. Also, ingnore the grumpy old men that fish on the dock...they are just jealous because their fishing pole isn't as fancy.

Bait your own hook. You can't be a pansy when it comes to fishing. People won't take you serious if you can't bait your own hook.

Take your fish off the hook. You aren't always going to be around someone to take the fish off for you. Don't worry about the fish biting you, that like hardly ever happens...what you do have to worry about is the fins...sometimes they will get you, and catfish. They have whiskers...I don't mess with them. If I catch a catfish I'm pretty much screwed because I haven't figured that out yet.

Oh, if you catch a snake...and sometimes this happens...just slowly put your pole down and run. Forget about the pole, Atwoods carries more.

Don't wear flip flops. One would think it would be ok to wear flip flops while fishing...but sometimes one walks down to the edge of the water off of a rock just to wash her hands...only to slip and fall into the lake. If you try to get back up said slippery rocks with said flip flops on, you will fall not only once again but twice until you figure out that the flip flops are causing you the problems.

Bruises, scrapes and the realization that while you fell into the water you also fell onto some goose poop....you learn to not wear flip flops while fishing.

Learn the lingo. Apparently there is some kind of lingo that real fisherman know...you can't refer to bait as that pink glittery worm with the feathers or that lime green slimy worm...these are lures and jigs. Sometimes called crank bait, Twitch bait,Trolling baits...I prefer pink glittery worm with feathers...but whatever.

Watching fishing shows do not help. These needs no explanation really....they obviously cheat on these shows.

What you really need to know about fishing and I learned this from all my years of watching my Papa and my dad fish...is that fishing is just a little better with a nice cold beer in your hand.

And that's how you become a fishing woman.