Year-Round Bowhunting

By: Ted Nugent

The gorgeous whitetail buck was still a long-ways off, but if he stays on course along the rocky dry creekbed, I just may get an arrow off for more backstrap dreams. It may be late in the season for whitetails on this beautiful, cold February afternoon, but you would think this was my very first encounter ever with a deer I was so damn excited.

A handsome doe with two good sized yearlings meandered past my ambush tree and I was gearing up for a hopeful shot after a long, patience testing vigil when I caught movement off my left shoulder in the puckerbrush tangles below.

Well, lo and behold, there is no question we are in Texas baby, when the telltale red and white spotted beast stepped into view, and immediately my whitetail dreams pulsate

Archery/Bowhunting Basics Reminder

By: Ted Nugent Nothing worthwhile comes easy. This is one of life’s many truisms that continually serves us well for time immemorial. My dear old dad relentlessly pounded many such quality of life colloquial ditties into my thick, mushy, youthful skull pretty much every day of my life! Lord have mercy do I ever look to the heavens and thank him and God daily! Be the best that you can be. Do a job right the first time so you don’t have to do it again. Keep your nose to the grindstone. Never give up. Aim small miss small! Anything worth doing is worth doing to the best of your ability. Tell me who you go with and I will tell you what you are. Never take the easy way out. Put your heart and soul into everything you do. When in life you come to a fork in the road, take it!

Not All Deerhunting Is The Same

NOT ALL DEERHUNTING IS THE SAME by Ted Nugent My binoculars confirmed the distant movement as a much-anticipated whitetail deer. Upon close examination, it was identified as a fawn buttonbuck of the year. Even in the historical hard pressured deerwoods...

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Trophy Hunting Defined

By: Ted Nugent Meat hunters are perfect conservationists. Sport hunters are perfect conservationists. Casual hunters are perfect conservationists. Gungho hunters are perfect conservationists. And shout it out loud and proud, trophy hunters are perfect conservationists! The mere act of purchasing a hunting license, the gargantuan spending orgy on all the plethora of sporting gear and associated taxes, the vast related economy of food, lodging, travel, fuel, supplies, groceries, restaurants, ATVs, trucks, cabins, land, foodplot seed, fertilizer, tractors, equipment, guides, outfitters, taxidermists, and assorted gear are all about as perfect of a value based wise use conservation of these sacred renewable resources as we humans can accomplish. The globally celebrated and conclusively proven sound science based American wildlife conservation model of pay as you go has brought back game populations from the brink of extinction following the unregulated wanton marketing slaughter of yore, to the healthiest, thriving game populations in the history of mankind. The meat hunter, of which I am proud to be, pays our way, balances the herds and brings home the bacon. Perfect.

HandGun Hunting

By: Ted Nugent It is more than glaringly obvious that I am hopelessly addicted to the mystical flight of the arrow and the hard-earned rewards of precious backstraps thereby procured! Bowhunting has been my life literally from birth, and, I...

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Deerhunting Birthdays

By: Ted Nugent

Here on this wonderful December 17, 2020 glorious day of bowhunting whitetail deer on the gamerich grounds of Texas, I pause to say a loud and proud, loving Happy Birthday to my dear old dad, Warren Henry Nugent. Born on this day in 1920 in Detroit, Michigan, dad would have been the big 100 this year!

I know we don’t frame everything in our lives in deerhunting terms (almost) but having just celebrated my 72^nd birthday with a deercamp full of incredible Americans as I do every year, I must share the amazing consistency with which so many people communicate with me as to how their birthday celebrations do indeed reference our beloved deerhunting lifestyle more often than not.

Deerhunting Aint Always Deerhunting

By: Ted Nugent The big old swampdonkey matriarch doe was still a ways off, more than 100 yards due south of me, upwind with a strong, steady breeze at her backside. She appeared off and on as she slowly skirted in and out of the heavy cover twixt the standing cornfield and the golden marshgrass, swaying reed-hell of my magical, mystical Michigan swamplands. I was invisible, completely covered up by the huge trunk and limbs in the heavy oak leaf, dark shadowy canopy of my favorite ambush perch. The setup could not have been better as she cautiously picked her way, slow step by step towards the bean field and my killer Plot1seed.com foodplot beneath me. I’ve been bowhunting these berserk spooky whitetails for more than 65 years, so I was not surprised at all when she jerked her head up, lifted her amazing nose into the air, twisted her radar ears to and fro, stomped and snorted, then pivoted and bounded off into the woodlands like she had just run into a coiled panther.

Hey Hunting Industry, Turn On The Life Support Already

By: Ted Nugent                                                                                                                                     Hunter participation plummeting! Hunter numbers down! Conservation Revenues at alltime lows! Hunting license sales at alltime lows! Sharpshooters hired to reduce deer numbers! Record number of nuisance bear complaints! The doom and gloom, end of times headlines for hunting in America are everywhere! And all for absolutely ridiculous, nonsensical reasons as far as I’m concerned. For starters, we are being regulated to death with rules and laws that not only have absolutely nothing to do with wildlife science, but are to my way of thinking in this politically correct and corrupt culture war world, intentionally created by soulless, ignorant, criminal bureaucrats intentionally doing all they can to destroy the American family hunting heritage and way of life.

Good-bye My Dear Hunting Brother John

By: Ted Nugent I want you to know my younger brother John. He died this week at the age of 66, and the Nugent family is in a whirlwind of heartbreak. I’m not sure I can even get through this tribute to him. If ever there was a glowing, positive force of nature, it was Johnny. The guy could light up a room and magnify a joyful spirit like no one I have ever known. I don’t care what the mood may have been prior to John’s arrival, but immediately everybody had a smile on their face, laughter was in the air and everything turned positive. His work ethic alone was a constant reminder of just how efficient and productive a human being can be, and as a brother, husband, father, uncle and full-on great American, he was a shining light for 66 years. We are being flooded with support and good wishes from around the world from everyone who ever had even the slightest encounter with John. Everybody loved Johnny Nugent, and we struggle to make sense of his early departure and a day without him. The guy would get up every day of the year at 4am and make his way to his foreman duties at the Pepper Construction sites in downtown Chicago. He was notorious for not only getting the job done, but getting it done ahead of schedule and under budget.

NugeYear Deerhunting Resolutions

By: Ted Nugent 2020! Are you kidding me! You expect me to believe we have now entered the year of our Lord 2020, 73 firebreathing, crazy years after my original eruption onto planet earth! Can this be, you ask? Well,...

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Celebrate and Promote-Never Defend Hunting

By: Ted Nugent Well hallelujah, my bowhunting BloodBrothers in California and Florida have already kicked off the backstrap boogie season 2019 and the celebratory SpiritWild campfires are already burning brightly in that not so quiet night. Me, I’m still out here celebrating the glorious American Dream freedom soundtrack with another few weeks to go on the greatest musical adventure of my life. Every song, every concert, every night, every guitar lick continues to be a Samurai out of body fun fest, with Greg Smith on bass guitar and young Jason Hartless on his MotorCity thunderdrums pounding out the best all American R&B rock-n-roll soulmusic the world has ever witnessed, if I do say so myself. And that guitar tone! Lord have mercy! I’m unleashing licks that God has yet to authorize! We are blessed with the greatest music loving audiences in the world and the energy level each night is off the Richter scale charts. I cannot say thank you often enough or loud enough! THANK YOU!

Deerhunting Turkeys

By: Ted Nugent Growing up and hunting in Michigan throughout the 50s 60s and 70s, there were no wild turkeys to be had. My first encounter with the mighty Thunderchicken was in the Manistee National Forest up in the northeast area of the lower peninsula around 1975. Trekking mile after mile of wonderful rugged wildground habitat pursuing the elusive Ruff Grouse and Timberdoodles with my amazing Irish Setter birdmasters, we stumbled upon a flock of about twelve Eastern turkey hens one afternoon, and I was rather surprised and delighted to say the least. A few years after that we could apply for a spring gobbler permit, and my exciting hunting for this magnificent big game bird was off and running.

Deerhunting Then And Now

By: Ted Nugent A good friend and I were exchanging ideas today about our love for deerhunting, referencing our lifetimes of exciting experiences and memories in our beloved deerwoods. Of course such discussions take place in my life all the time, but on this occasion my walk down deerhunting memory lane just happened to be with Dan Schmidt, editor extraordinaire of Deer And Deer Hunting magazine, probably as close to a maniacal, over-the-top, gungho deerhunter as me that there is. When I first hit the deerwoods in our mythical, sacred Up North big timber of Michigan way back in November of 1949, I was only 10 months old, so I can’t really share many accurate memories of those first few years. But believe me when I tell you, the Spirit of the Wild imprinted powerfully deep inside me nonetheless, and within a mere couple of years later, I not only figured out what was going on but instantly became fascinated by the whole primal scream ritual of the seasonal dynamo of the fall hunting season. And be it known to all good men everywhere, it has accelerated incrementally over 70 glorious deerseasons so far.