A review sponsored by the great folks at Glacier Glove.

Before I left for our annual fishing trip, I was contacted by the wonderful folks at Glacier Glove to do a review for one of their gloves. I don’t accept all reviews offered, but this was different … because … well …

I use a handy wipe to take little baby fish off my hook.

Over the years I’d felt guilty having my husband take all my fish off the hook.  So I’d tried using towels, handy wipes, and my sweatshirt thanks to a tip from my outdoor friend Arthur, just to give my husband a break and not be bothered.

So this trip was very relaxing for my husband and very productive for me because I had …

The Glacier Glove

Glacier Glove has many style gloves for a variety of outdoor activities from hunting gloves, fishing gloves, paddling gloves, sun gloves and cycling gloves.  The style glove that was sent to me was actually from their hunting section but I used it during my fishing trip.

And this is what my fishing glove looked like by the end of the week.

Can you tell it was put to good use? Holy fish slime guts.

The first few days I bounced around the boat in excitement that I was taking my own fish off the hook. I even had a dance for it.

By mid-week it wasn’t as exciting because I realized how good I had it when my husband was in charge of all that.

I use to be  the carefree I’m never touching a fish chick with my feet up swinging my pole in my husband’s face for him to do the dirty deed.  (In case you’re wondering, yes I’d hit him in the head a few times.)

By the end of the week I honest to goodness said …

“I don’t know what crazy person invented this stupid glove.”

Yes I said that.

Because it worked.  And it worked well!

But I liked being the princess that doesn’t take her fish off her own hook.  And now, because of the Glacier Glove, I’ll forever have to take my fish off my own hook.

And I want one of you to be just as fishing independent as me.  So tomorrow, I am giving away one pair of the Glacier Gloves to one of you!

Have a great day all … and I wouldn’t be The Hunter’s Wife if at some point during the end of my fishing trip next year, my Glacier Glove goes missing.

We have a love/hate relationship.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net