Tuesday, July 28, 2020By: Ted Nugent I can refer to you all as my Spirit BloodBrothers, can’t I! Well, of course I can! That you are reading these words in this deeranddeerhunting.com environment is irrefutable evidence that we are indeed Spirit BloodBrothers. The historical spiritual term BloodBrothers being the timeless aboriginal colloquialism of a deep, abiding brotherhood of the blood and spirit that bonded both a biological brotherhood and tribal/village brotherhood, we must remain united in our fight for the soul of America and our perfect hands-on conservation, outdoor hunting, fishing, stewardship lifestyle. That bonding code of being there for each other no matter what is alive and well right here and now during this insanity in the year 2020, and such a bond will play a pivotal role in the survival of our species. Especially our American freedom species. As deerhunters we know all too well the inescapable truism that tenacity and that indefatigable Man in the Arena nevergiveuptitude determines whether we dine on hard earned venison or end up buying chicken. As all the best elements of our American culture come under increasing attacks by strange, violent mobs, the American Man in the Arena better be prepared with an endless energy and dedication to not only hold our ground, but aggressively push back with all we got against the indisputable evil forces we are witnessing in Seattle, Portland, Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, Chicago, Minneapolis, Atlanta, Washington DC, Baltimore, Philadelphia, Detroit, Dallas, Houston, Austin, New York and beyond.
Monday, July 13, 2020By: 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.
Wednesday, July 8, 2020By: Ted Nugent Oh boy oh boy! Here I go again unleashing my firefingers of freedom attacking another unsuspecting innocent keyboard to rave and roar about the important priorities in my (our) American Dream; life, liberty and pursuit of happiness! Seeing as how this is July 9th, going down in history as the wildest of times summertime 2020, clever, intelligent priorities are more important right here and now than ever before. In some instances, a matter of life and death. So welcome once again to your glowing, loving Uncle Ted Spirit Campfire of truth, logic and commonsense deeranddeerhunting.com party as the ultimate soul cleansing escape from the abject craziness running amok across the country. Such priorities can be accomplished, and must be accomplished! I decided way back in 1967 after graduating (escaping) high school that I would live on wildground where I could shoot and hunt right out my backdoor. I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but right there is proof I am smart enough!
Friday, July 3, 2020By: Ted Nugent Oooooh! Politics! Scary stuff! Don’t wanna get too political now do we! I am told time and time again by editors, managers, agents and interviewers; Be sure we keep away from politics! With the unprecedented level of societal insanity rampaging across the country this dangerous summer 2020, I am afraid that the feeble and cowardly decision to avoid getting political has finally come roaring back to bite and brutalize America square in the hindquarters. Afterall, what exactly is politics in this sacred experiment in self-government if not responsibly engaging in the process of demanding we the people Constitutional accountability and representation by our elected employees? How dare I demand such outrage! We are now paying the price for the embarrassing self-inflicted curse of apathy standing idly by witnessing the horrific fundamental transformation of the greatest quality of life in the history of mankind.
Thursday, June 25, 2020By: Ted Nugent It was early October, 1970, and young Ted was once again up a tree, hope throttling eternal. I had already been bowhunting like a madman for nearly 20 years, following my dear old bowhunting dad, yew longbow and cedar arrows in hand, through the state and national forests of Northern Michigan each fall since I could walk. But alas, not only backstrapless, but not a single bowshot to be had at a whitetail deer in all those years. Yet here I was, back at it, gungho, bright eyed and bushytailed as eager as ever to figure out how to ambush and waylay one of these mythical beasts with a sharp stick. And finally, on this stunning fall afternoon, like an apparition from the dark forest, she came. I remember holding my breath so forcefully that I actually got a little dizzy and felt like I was about to fall off the oak limb to which I clung. Taunting me maliciously as they always d
Tuesday, June 16, 2020By: Ted Nugent Dirty hands make for a stronger heart. I just made that up. Well, I didn’t really make it up per se, but a lifetime intentionally maximizing my adventures in wild places certainly has provided me a wealth of real estate under my fingernails and the resultant dirt factor in my life has clearly increased my quality of life and happiness. Hence, my stronger heart. It is an inescapable forgone conclusion. I am not claiming to be no Davy Crocket or Sitting Bull by any stretch of the imagination, but for a Detroit guitarplayer born in the firestorm of the Industrial Revolution smack dab in the middle of the Motorcity “Arsenal of Democracy” in 1948, that I have accomplished a phenomenal balance twixt the modern gonzo metropolitan electronic concrete hell rock-n-roll hand to hand combat zone juxtaposed with the timeless primal goo of the world’s swamps, forests, lakes, rivers, marshes, deserts, jungles, mountains, farmlands and tundra as an actual participant in nature, I figure my Down To Earth quota is substantial if not downright lifesaving. I perform my we the people hellraizing duties each and every day, complete my ranch chores and unleash a series of dangerous freedom celebrating guitarlicks, then I immediately head for the bow and arrow mancave arsenal and carefully and cautiously move stealthily into the Zen of aboriginal territory where the subconscious guides me from the physical world into the spiritual zone. It is then and there the that the world is all good.
Thursday, June 11, 2020By: Ted Nugent Well, well, well, what have we here, my fellow Americans in the roaring summer of 2020? Wouldn’t it just be peachy keen to continue our beautiful American Freedom Spirit Campfire here with your old Uncle Ted and discuss, debate, enjoy, ponder and celebrate the soul cleansing lifestyle of deerhunting in honor of not just the title of this deeranddeerhunting.com spectacle, but the incredibly unique quality of life that this glorious, dare I say perfect lifestyle so gallantly provides us! And that we shall! I know a very critical and heartbreaking societal upheaval is exploding all around us in these crazy and dire times, and surely as Americans we dare not turn our backs on the clear and present dangers of the violence and destruction across our beloved country, but, and I emphasize but, we must be better than the vandals, arsonists, terrorists and rioters, and now more than ever conduct ourselves as the ultimate caring, loving, peaceful, down to earth law and order families we represent, not just in the hunting communities of America, but all those many millions of families who share our traditional American family values of God, family, country, freedom, conservation and brotherly love. And to that end, I will share the balancing act I have learned and achieved over a lifetime of activism promoting and celebrating those principals, and though attacked and hated all these years for doing so, I remain resilient, determined, confident, positive and on course to stand firmly in the asset column of the United States of America. She is worth it. Last week I traveled from our home in Texas to the great Badger State of Wisconsin to take part in the very first authorized public gathering in Ringle to share the positive, patriotic battlecry of Huntthevote.org.
Wednesday, June 3, 2020By: Ted Nugent I sat for three hours Friday morning but didn’t see any deer. I sat for three more hours that afternoon, but still no deer. Saturday and Sunday were repeats, as were Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday I was delighted to have a doe and her twins meander by, but decided to wait in hopes of a buck to arrive. But no go. And so it goes sometimes in the wild, wild world of deerhunting no matter how prepared, dedicated, clever, strategized or lucky we may be. I am certain that all the deerhunters on planet earth are more than well aware of the inescapable challenges of hunting and the critical role of patience when pursuing our inexhaustible quest for sacred backstraps and spirit time. But beyond the deerhunting challenges at this strange time in the summer of 2020, this human attribute may very well better equip us hunters to deal with these most trying and challenging times of our lives more than most.
Wednesday, May 27, 2020By: Ted Nugent There are some indisputable foundations to the pulse of mankind, some really bad and many really good, but one of the most powerful and certainly most positive throughout history is the deep, thoughtful spirituality unique to our species. There are many predators in God’s miraculous creation, but there is only one reasoning predator. Humans are blessed with a phenomenal intellect as well as our ingrained instincts to know how to make good, decent, positive, responsible choices in life. Sure, we kill wildlife just like lions and bears and wolves and coyotes, but we actually have the capacity to think about what we are about to do and how to best accomplish it with a conscious discipline to do so in a caring, responsible fashion. When they get lucky, wild predators actually snag their prey and eat them alive, simply functioning on the irrepressible survival pulsations that guide their every effort throughout life. We, on the other hand, have the capacity of empathy, compassion and guilt, so therefore improvise and adapt our actions to reduce and hopefully eliminate discomforting afterthought.
Wednesday, May 20, 2020By: Ted Nugent The numbers are in and it ain’t pretty! It’s a painful reality that I have been more than aware of and fought against for many, many years, but now we have the stats, and quite honestly, it is embarrassing. I have always been considered a radical, an extremist, a loud mouth hellraiser, and I have always proudly plead guilty as charged. Stop and think about it for a moment; some of the most important things in life are as radical as radical can be. Consider this first and only sacred American experiment in self-government. You want radical, truly there has never been anything in the history of mankind more radical than our courageous Founding Fathers tossing off the shackles of King George tyranny and blowing away his jackbooted punks when they tried to rule over us. Throughout history there had always been a dominating ruling elite of kings, emperors, tyrants and slavedrivers, controlling the pathetic non-lives of their subjects.