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LYME EPIDEMIC

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

by Ted Nugent

The two brothers lived to deerhunt. It was a major annual family ritual like no other. Like most of us deerhunters, they lived it year round, always scouting, planning, strategizing, exploring, looking for that perfect backwoods, outback, way-back swampland ambush stand location in our beloved great outdoors.

Their efforts not only paid dividends in the fun, sport, meat, trophy sacred backstrap department, but like pretty much all deerhunters, this aboriginal hands-on conservation lifestyle cleansed their souls and fortified their families’ overall quality of life.

Serious stuff this deerhunting life.

About 20 years ago they celebrated the dream deerhunt when both brothers killed two fine bucks on opening morning. They recall that as they gutted their kills, each deer had more ticks on them than they had seen previously, but they didn’t think much of it.

Turns out both brothers discovered embedded ticks on their bodies the next day, but merely removed them and never gave it a second thought.

Coincidentally, one of the brothers had a nagging flu-like condition at the time and was prescribed a pretty heavy dose of antibiotics, while his brother did not.

Within days, severe headaches and body aches and intense flu-like symptoms rattled the brother that was not prescribed antibiotics, but he just plowed through it not knowing anything about this “rare” and nearly universally misdiagnosed Lyme disease that was ravaging his body.

Horror of horrors, he became increasingly debilitated, weak and sickly until finally a doctor identified Lyme, but it was too late.

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Memories With Fred Bear

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

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By: Ted Nugent

As we bide our precious time between hunting seasons with family, friends, work and the whirlwinds that are life, it is always good and wonderful to reminisce of hunting days of old.

So as we jettison into summertime 2017, I thought you would enjoy my exciting celebrations of magical time in the early days of bowhunting in America.

Lord knows I was there!

It’s like it was yesterday. On our annual trek north, my family pulled into a small gravel driveway on the outskirts of Grayling, Michigan in early October 1955 and parked our Ford station-wagon at the front door of what was basically a small yellow cinder block garage, the way I remember it.

Though I was only 6 years old, I was wild-eyed with nearly uncontrollable excitement as we headed to my beloved, mythical “Up North” for another fall weekend of bowhunting fun.

I had a little wooden longbow and a makeshift leather backquiver with a few feather-fletched arrows, and in my young mind there was no way you could convince me that I wasn’t officially and seriously bowhunting to kill a deer. Or at least a squirrel or raccoon, or a chipmunk or something!

Dad and I exited the car and opened the door with the Bear Archery sign hanging overhead and entered what unbeknownst to me at the time, could very well have been the bowhunting dream epicenter of planet earth.

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Make The Wild Great Again This Summer

Thursday, May 25, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

'Make The Wild Great Again This Summer' Article Image 2Ah, summertime and the living is easy, so the song says. So what are you doing this summer to make the Great Outdoors great again?

I am here to tell you it’s so simple it’s stupid, and to not do so is really stupid! With pleasant weather and the kids getting out of school, this is the time of year to invest in conservation’s future. And I am convinced the ultimate investment into a great conservation future will always be with our youth.

Us old timers remember all too well a time when every kid in North America had a Red Ryder Daisy BB gun, a Whammo slingshot, a trusty bow and arrow and a fishing pole.

I cannot imagine how I would have ever understood or achieved my outdoor dream without that hands-on pragmatic “aim small miss small” discipline of the shooting sports and excitement of my daily outdoor adventures.



Even though I was born and raised in Detroit proper, lucky, lucky me had a wildlife paradise right across Hazelton Street where the wilds of the mighty Rouge River meandered through a wildlife rich heaven.

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In The Eye of the Beholder

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

by Ted Nugent

On the knotty pine wall of my Northern Michigan family hunting cabin is my favorite big game trophy of alltimes. It was my very first hard-earned Michigan big timber, public ground, National Forest, North-woods whitetail buck that I killed on a soul stirring, opening morning November 15, 1969.

Gather round the Uncle Ted hunting story campfire my Spirit BloodBrothers, for there are a gazillion thrilling stories in the Great Spirit of the Wild beyond, and this may very well be one of the best ever.

Warm and proud as a peacock in my old, traditional red and black plaid wool coat and pants, insulated Herman’s Survivor leather boots laced up tight and a Stormy Kromer cap, I could not imagine a more titillating heaven on earth than right then and there at that magic moment in time.

Pray for the poor souls that fail to understand or get all giddy and stimulated in anticipation of Opening Day of Deerseason in America. Pity them.

In the moonless pitch dark a good hour before daybreak, I hunkered down against a towering oak a mile or so due west of Shorty Jenson’s dairy farm, deep in the mythical Manistee National Forest wildgrounds and kicked the ground bare clear of leaves and forest debris for this magic day we live for.

Held lovingly across my lap was my dad’s beautiful and cherished iron sight .308 caliber pre-64 Model 70 Winchester boltgun loaded with 175grain Remington Cor-Lokt soft-points that I bought for about eight bucks for box of 20 rounds at Luke’s Corner General Store on Freesoil Road by Big Bass Lake just that week.

Twenty hunting seasons in and just one month short of my 21st birthday, I am quite sure I trembled with borderline uncontrollable excitement.

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The Spirit of the Wild Connection

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

Guitarshow OK already, I admit it; I am one crazy, lucky guy! I not only admit it, I wallow in it and celebrate it every day of my life as I thank God that I was raised by two loving hardcore disciplinarian parents that demanded I mind my Ps and Qs and always be the best that I can be in everything I do.

Aim small miss small is supposed to be a quality of life guiding force in allthings worthwhile!

There’s abstract luck and then there is engineered good fortune, and I continue to have a decent dose of each in my daily life due to smart decisions, accountable prioritizations and the undying support of an amazing family and loyal friends.

BloodBrothers!

No man is an island but I certainly qualify as part of one hell of a great human archipelago. We stand together, we live together, we love together and we hunt together.

Now that’s what I call super good luck!

This past weekend I took part in the 40th anniversary Dallas International Guitar Festival where I was humbled and inspired to sign autographs and shake hands and share American Dream stories with thousands and thousands of wonderful families.

I spent 9 hours doing so on Saturday and five more on Sunday, and the reason I deem this subject matter worthy of a Ted Nugent deeranddeerhunting.com NugeBlog is due to the unprecedented gift and opportunity that I am blessed with to connect with so many fellow humans at so many public events for the past fifty years.

And what does a guitar festival have to do with deer and deer hunting you might ask?

A loud and proud undeniable resonating EVERYTHING! That’s what!

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Spring and Summer Outdoor Rituals

Thursday, May 4, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

I’m sure it was as early as the summer of 1950 when I 1st experienced and discovered the life changing stimuli of outdoor family time. Mom always raved how I was not only walking on my own before my 2nd birthday but running helter-skelter nonstop every day. I remember hearing the word incorrigible often accompanied by the rolling of eyes and much sighing.

But how could I help it? Afterall, my dad, Warren Henry Nugent was already a serious follower of our Michigan legend Fred Bear, and I am certain I had a little bow and arrow in my hands within the 1st years of my life.

Not only was I blessed beyond measure to be born in America, but I was born in the wonderful city of Detroit when neighborliness, goodwill, decency and hardcore patriotism and the outdoor lifestyle were alive and well and flourishing. Add to that the wildlife paradise of the winding Rouge River jungles right across the street from our home, and I am here to tell you that the mighty Spirit of the Wild grabbed me by the soul and hooked me gungho!

Some of my fondest memories are those casual strolls through forest and field with my trusty longbow and a few Port Orford cedar arrows in my backquiver. Tipped with blunts and eventually the amazing Judo heads by Jack Zwickey, it was the ultimate hand-eye coordination lessons of random stump and clump shooting that created the best archers and bowhunters of yore.

Fred Bear believed in it and wrote extensively about it. So did Howard Hill, Ben Pearson, Gail Martin, Saxton Pope, Art Young, Roy Case, Doug Walker, Jim Doughtery and pretty much every archery and bowhunting writer of the era.

The creation of the National Field Archery Association came about due to the sheer enjoyment of this style of archery and its pragmatic application could not be beat for real world bowhunting training and practice.

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National Rifle Association Membership Says It All

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

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Millions and millions of American families are celebrating the amazing springtime spirit of renewal like they mean it! Fresh fish filets and wild turkey breasts are cooking all across the land, along with those incredibly scrumptious morel mushrooms, wild scallions, leeks, fiddle-head ferns and some early wild berries. Wild asparagus will sprout soon and dandelion salads are just around the corner.

With more bears in North America than ever in recorded history, (despite what the goofballs in Florida and Colorado and California won’t admit to) the always thrilling spring bear hunting seasons are kicking off already, and there are few experiences in the wild as exciting as hunting black bears, grizzly bears and polar bears. The perfect tooth, fang and claw RugSteak boogie throttles on and I’m all in!

Everybody I know is getting down and dirty with the effervescent nostril flaring aroma of freshly turned earth as millions of farmers, ranchers and sporting landowners are plowing, discing, planting and fertilizing our crops and foodplots here, there and everywhere.

Like the Nugent family has done every year since around 1969, more and more landowners are discovering the joys and benefits of planting various species of coniferous, deciduous and all sorts of fruit trees to benefit the environment and wildlife habitat that is so pivotal to our quality of life.

Planted properly, protected and cultivated effectively, many new hybrid fruit trees will produce delicious pears, apples, cherries and other fruits within a few short years.

All this extremely fun springtime activity can keep us rather busy, but there is one springtime ritual that is more important than all of these combined.

For 150 years, the most important and powerful American family grassroots organization of all has its annual members meeting at this time of year, and right now in Atlanta Georgia, tens of thousands of freedom loving we the people experimenters in self-government are celebrating the pivotal life and death quality of life right to keep and bear arms at the National Rifle Association event.

First off as a proud NRA Board of Director, I wish to thank all those wonderful families who vote for me all these 24 plus years. I know that I get record votes simply because I am a fulltime 2nd Amendment hell raiser in a world gone politically correct and you all know I have always been and will always be an absolutist.

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TEACH THE CHILDREN WELL

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

Tkids14 I rant and rave all the time here there and everywhere about how critical it is in this crazed culture war that we do all we can every day to maximize the good while we hammer away at the bad and the ugly.

I author numerous pieces for various sporting publications around the country and conduct media interviews pretty much every day throughout the year.

I consider such action and participation in this sacred experiment in self-government to be my clear and present we the people responsibility.

As we prepare for our 27th annual Ted Nugent Kamp for Kids charity events in Nebraska, Iowa, Colorado and South Dakota this summer, there is nothing in this world more exciting than watching young kids across America take their first shot with a rifle, fling their first arrow and learn the real world nature lessons of tooth, fang and claw, sustain yield, habitat carrying capacity, honest to God conservation.

In my never ending crusade to bring this conservation reality to the youth of America, I have always reached out to youth with a full on unapologetic, dare I say, Gonzo Rock-N-Roll energy and believability that resonates with them.

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HAPPY HAPPY SPRINGTIME 2017!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

Well Happy Happy Springtime across America and beyond to all my deeranddeerhunting.com backstrap BloodBrothers! I know it is not quite that November opening day hair-raising thriller, but you must admit that thisfirst season of the year is pretty doggone special unto itself.

As powerful as the fall/winter season of harvest is to all of us, this natural, nature as healer kickoff to another very much appreciated new yearof renewal is even more important. For as we begin again our annual season of renewal, the entire rest of the year will be determined by what we do now.

I also know that I am not alone as I perform the universal springtime celebration rituals of shed hunting, morel mushroom hunts, the gathering of leeks, wild scallions and wild asparagus, chowing down on those luscious bluegill filets, the constant and always challenging pursuit of elusive wild hogs and varmints and chasing those exciting spring longbeards.

Of course there’s also the early spring foodplot preparations and plantings, 3D shoots here and there and the constant review of our hunt gear as we peek ahead through our calendars to our beloved September, October, November and December insanity.

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HEAL THY BROTHER

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

Makon&TSix year old Makon Lynn struggled to walk to the archery range. After a year of chemo therapy and tortuous radiation to treat his agonizing cancer, the courageous little guy had to give all his fragile body could give just to get around.

But the closer to the range he got, his energy and bounce picked up to where once he faced the 3D targets and gripped his Genesis bow, a light came on in his eyes and he actually smiled.

We shot lots of arrows and .22 rounds that day. Makon’s mom and dad said it was the first time he laughed out loud in ages when he snuggled and bounced around in the backseat of our Polaris with the dogs.

We spent the entire day in the great outdoors. We skipped stones across the river and ponds, found some shed antlers and a few bones and small critter skulls in the woods and searched for Indian artifacts as we strolled along the banks of the North Bosque River on our sacred SpiritWild Ranch homegrounds.

If you looked closely, you could actually see Makon’s pain and suffering lift and float away into the heavens. We wrapped up a very special day with backstraps over a special fire and I played an inspired and soulful version of my magical Fred Bear song as if touched by the hands of God.

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