A few weeks ago, The Hunter’s Wife  blogged about being on a radio game show hosted by Scott Linden, on Outdoor Life Radio.

“Ah-HA!” I thought. “This is something that I might actually be able to do, and have fun with!” I do hunt, after all, and have been reading about wildlife for my entire life. Fishing I’d have to just wing – my main interaction with fishing is gratefully accepting bags of filleted bass from my father-in-law.

So I went to his web page and contacted him, and they set me up with a date to be on national radio. Yipes. I get to stick my foot in my mouth in front of the whole country? Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, so this morning I swallowed my nerves when Scott and his producer called.

They had three questions for me, one each on hunting, wildlife, and fishing. I knew fishing would be hard, but I didn’t know he’d throw a trick question in there about hunting, in which I insisted that some sort of dog was actually an Italian ice cream. I don’t think spumoni is even an ice cream, is it? Some sort of pastry perhaps? Either way, it only sounded like spumoni, so with a little gentle guidance, I finally got the question right.

Wildlife would have been easier if I’d ever heard Coues deer pronounced out loud – I’ve only seen it written and had no idea that it sounded like an Angus or a Holstein. Certainly deer hunting would be more popular if there were great big, juicy deer with bells on them in the mountains.

Fishing doomed me, as I knew it would. He threw fly names at me, and surprisingly, they all sounded like nonsense! I guess that’s what fishing lure people do, so they can have a good giggle about a big burly man stepping up to the counter and orderering something like a “Pink Sparkly Whirlibob Humpty-Popper.”  I know our friend who makes his own worms is often absurdly proud of them, especially the smells they emanate. He’ll stick a ziploc bag full of what looks like rotten nightcrawlers up under your nose and say, “Look, they smell like rotten cheese and skunk musk!” I draw the line at tasting them. More than once, anyway.

Fortunately, the producer told me that the shows aren’t live, they’ll be aired later in the year. Maybe by March, I’ll have forgotten the sheer dread of hearing my recorded voice, and I’ll remind you all to go listen to the link. You’re forewarned!