tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882231952473538222024-03-02T01:57:53.625-05:00Hunt Like You're HungryHunting is a beautiful, ancient practice that I'm proud to love and share. These are my stories- filled with stunning sunrises, humble moments, loud guns, powerful bows, good food and even better friends.The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-1383159353094601842014-04-09T11:56:00.000-04:002014-04-09T11:57:49.300-04:00We're Breaking Up
I never thought we'd get here, you and me, but here we are, four years after I initially started HLYH, and I'm leaving you.
I know it's hard to comprehend, dear reader, but I've decided to venture off for greener pastures.
It's not you, reader, it's me. I know that's a cliche. And I know saying it's a cliche is a cliche but, here we are.
However, don't despair, pumpkin, although The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-71321572473515732932014-03-24T09:38:00.000-04:002014-04-14T16:20:50.429-04:00Hunting Family
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The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-70139485684920258252012-06-04T17:47:00.000-04:002012-08-23T20:05:14.013-04:00The Sky's Predictable Timetable
The Bismarck airport is tiny. It's an international airport simply because it flies a few hundred miles north, to Canada. There is a flight that comes in from Minnesota at 12:30, another that leaves for the same destination at 5:00. A stray flight containing a gaggle of tourists occasionally touches down but for the most part, the never-ending blue is void of air traffic.
I The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-50538809422248036482011-11-02T10:30:00.002-04:002014-04-23T15:43:55.296-04:00Huntography: The Aftermath
Even as I begin to press my fingers upon the black keys before me, my eyes refuse to stay dry. Reminders surround me every moment that I plod around in this house. Reminders that where there was three, there are now two. Where three ate, now only two bowls stand, filled with food. I am reminded of my Oscar, the puppy that I held the title of mom for over a year. The The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-37664180767602683422011-09-13T10:12:00.002-04:002011-09-13T10:25:23.170-04:00Gratitude and Glorification: HLYH's 100th Post It is a special day here at HLYH headquarters. No, it isn't because I have bagged another Jackalope, learned to love Fatback, or made another awesome, crazy movie trailer (okay, the last part is true and you can view it now!). And I hate to disappoint but I have not been crowned Queen of the Wold or been contacted by any outdoor channels to appear on a Writing The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-36891790620388446812011-08-04T23:42:00.000-04:002011-08-04T23:42:23.765-04:00How to Train for Hunting SeasonHOW TO....
With The Writing Huntress
For those of you confused as to what I'm referring to above, please focus the entirety of your attention to the link within these words. You will be directed to last week's post that will divulge all pertinent information about my new, little adventure as well as a nifty trailer that will not answer any questions whatsoever.
The audience The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-36700611391973194212011-07-28T16:49:00.001-04:002011-07-28T16:51:58.060-04:00How to... With The Writing Huntress Going to the movies, now that I am once again unemployed, is something of a luxury. The prices of movies are astronomical; one generally has to give up half of his or her college fund in order to pay for said movie night. When I see a movie that I would really enjoy seeing, I wish I were back in Lockport, NY the home of a drive-in movie theater that costs about The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-79247856192537252672011-07-19T10:28:00.004-04:002011-07-19T14:26:44.152-04:00Miniscule Feet Coverings: A Very Scientific Review The adage, "act your age not your shoe size" has always struck particularly hard in the heart of this huntress. Just as my hands are small, my feet are equal in their tiny nature. Hence, when I am told to act my age, and not the measurement of my bases, my mind wanders. I see myself, a mere two and one half years young, throwing a tantrum, refusing to act as a The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-40732760975430412962011-06-24T09:11:00.005-04:002011-06-24T09:38:48.761-04:00The Writing Huntress Goes Hollywood You heard it correctly, my outdoor brethren! The Writing Huntress is taking off for greener pastures. Just days ago I was contacted by a California-based production company to host an outdoor reality TV show!
I can't really give any details away, as my extraneously long exclusivity contact stipulates, but I can tell you the basis of the show. The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-12708258986467116392011-06-20T09:20:00.002-04:002011-06-20T09:36:46.584-04:00HLYH Log Cabin Headquarters My childhood summers and winters in Fourth Lake, NY transformed my life in ways that I never thought possible. There, I found solitude in water. Hence, whenever I am upset, confused or just need to get away, I drive to nearest body of water, preferably with a dock upon which I can sit and simmer over my problems. The mornings I woke to a grumbling boat engine instilled inThe Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-20268172076509809552011-06-14T09:04:00.007-04:002011-06-15T07:44:34.683-04:00Cooper Tire: An Off-Road Review When I was growing up, all I wanted was a teal Geo Tracker. I had seen their awkward frames veer down my street daily and for some extremely odd reason, all I wanted in life was a chance to drive one when I turned sixteen. Sixteen came and went, with it, no Geo Tracker. My crushed little adolescent spirits would not be deterred, however. Given that The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-67197855013549867772011-06-09T08:05:00.002-04:002011-06-09T13:22:02.786-04:00Reflections of Harvey Mallard There are times that the world seems to come together succinctly, with no help from anyone except the all mighty himself. I've felt it before, from when my parent's divorce turned into the greatest blessing in the world to when I met DU. Those celestial bonding impacted my life in ways that I never would have fathomed previously. It was a horrible event The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-535950243424579622011-05-17T12:29:00.002-04:002011-05-17T12:37:17.551-04:00Nascar Enlightenment
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My decision to move southward was a swift, abrupt choice. My best friend, Heals, had moved to Charlotte, NC a few years ago. As we do The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-59589931803156813032011-05-10T09:58:00.001-04:002011-05-10T10:08:12.073-04:00Pit Bulls and Peanut Butter
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I have always wanted to own a dog that loves water more than peeing on every bush in the neighborhood or humping anything within a four inch radius. The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-35332408411912561852011-04-25T09:57:00.002-04:002011-04-25T10:02:28.695-04:00The Search is Over: A Long-Awaited Apparel Review As we've already seen, I hate, no, I loathe, no, I detest, shopping for hunting gear. Any time I walk into any hunting store, I get mad. Recently, I went to my beloved Bass Pro to find that the women's hunting apparel had moved. I went out on a quest to find the meager rack to find that in its new location, it became even more meager than it had been 30 feet The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-34457951930430548182011-04-20T18:35:00.001-04:002011-04-20T18:50:44.593-04:00Hunting Poetry It is a great month, folks! No, it's not because it's turkey season. Nope, it's not because I finally go a job nor because Avery finally figured out how to swim and retrieve sticks. It's April; That means it is National Poetry month!
I know what you're thinking. Everyone hates poetry, myself included, especially in high school when your teacher tried The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-70866711105117526852011-04-17T19:47:00.002-04:002014-04-17T21:01:43.620-04:00Venison Spaghetti
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The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-8612634942138298832011-03-28T17:58:00.000-04:002011-03-28T17:58:00.728-04:00Jerky Heaven: A Delectable Review I had my reservations about joining Twitter. From what I could tell from my uninformed view, it was just a group of vapid people whose favorite pastimes included looking at the mirror and compressing every single thought that passed through their little minds into 140 characters for the world to see. When I first joined, these preconceived notions rang true each time I logged The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-61709334052580347612011-03-21T16:02:00.003-04:002011-03-21T16:09:54.763-04:00Humbling Moments I have said it many times since I began this blogging adventure but I have to reiterate, I am blessed beyond words. I said it (to myself, and DU; shouting through my work phone) when I gained my first follower. Again when the first comment filtered through my browser and when my Twitter began filling with support. I cried when I saw my blog on CNN. Likewise, The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-31746697459665964342011-03-15T13:18:00.002-04:002011-03-15T13:31:31.745-04:00Redneck vs. Genuis I hate math. I never understood it nor ever fully grasped how in life trigonometry or areas of triangles l would apply to "real" life. So, I pretty much got through my classes as best I could; leaning on friends whose science capabilities far surpassed my own. English was were I excelled so I worked words as best I could in order to adapt to the test question at The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-31504644933249662482011-03-04T08:56:00.004-05:002011-03-04T09:55:15.370-05:00DO NOT READ THIS POST
Do Not Read This Post;But Read This One About A Post That May or May Not Have Been Written By The Author*
Well, friends I normally don't do this but given the gravity of the depravity of the situation, I feel that I must act. You're probably wondering why I would entitle this "Do Not Read This Post" and then continue to write about not reading another post assumingThe Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-2766892233884817962011-03-01T22:39:00.003-05:002011-03-01T22:49:13.641-05:00Trigger Therapy I always felt bad for Charlie Brown, especially during his sad episodes or comics when a giant rain cloud hovered over his every step. No matter where the football-shaped headed boy placed his bread-loaf-esque feet, the cloud was sure to follow. Hovering like the memory of an ex-boyfriend who just refuses to go away or a bad decision long since passed, his cloud cast The Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688223195247353822.post-71513304304325695602011-02-28T10:03:00.000-05:002011-02-28T10:03:30.425-05:00The Outdoor Plague: Cabin Fever
BREAKING CABIN FEVERAn Outdoors- Inspired Scavenger Hunt
Snow swirls outside, making the world look like vast tundra. Venturing out for a carton of milk or some bread seems a daunting task in the bitter chill. The only other alternative to adventuring outdoors is staying indoors, which can be as much, if not more soThe Writing Huntresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14181071753190437889noreply@blogger.com0