Thursday, April 25, 2019By: Ted Nugent I’m just a guitarplayer and I never went to college. I was too busy learning stuff; really important stuff! You know, all that radical stuff like self-evident truths, logic, commonsense, reality, earning your own way, living within your means, saving for a rainyday, self-sufficiency, accountability, frugality, utilitarian pragmatism, independence, work ethic productivity, responsible conservation, honesty, resource stewardship, giving instead of taking, leaving things better than I found them, hands-on down to earth natural world stuff that remains to this day the basics of quality of life, liberty, pursuit of happiness and allthings American Dream. Oh, radical, radical me! It is my 70 years of clean and sober ultra-aliveness that has taught me to believe that no other lifestyle available to mankind will teach these things better than the life of a hunter, especially the life of a bowhunter. The higher level of awareness and demanding stealth discipline of bowhunting eliminates the failures of stumbling and bumbling along in hopes that luck will win the day.
Thursday, April 18, 2019By: Ted Nugent “Man started out living in a cave. Felt right at home nobody’s slave. Only wanted a happy home. Only wanted to be left alone. Now it’s my turn to show my stuff. Its sometimes fun its sometimes rough. I’m workin’ hard to earn my way, but lucky me my work is play!…
Friday, April 12, 2019By: Ted Nugent I love animals. They’re delicious! Well, of course, the most pure and original relationship mankind has had with critters certainly pivots upon the procurement and reverence for the life sustaining protein they have provided us time immemorial. I think we can all agree that in its most basic and simplistic consideration, venison is indeed life. Once our species began to consume meat, our brains began to develop and we got real smart real quick. With those smarts came the inescapable better understanding and genuine respect for the animals beyond just sustenance, and hence the beginning of hieroglyphics on cave walls, showing an increasing love affair with the beasts that provided ultimate fun, sport, meat, tools, weapons, shelter, clothing, medicine, trophies and much powerful spirit. I have only had a quickie 70-year blip on life’s radar so far, but I am certain that as a hunter, my love affair with animals is as pure and righteous as God had intended. My overall life, liberty and pursuit of happiness has an awful lot to do with my year-round lifestyle connection with animals on every imaginable level. Loving animals alone is insufficient and inadequate without genuine respect.
Thursday, April 4, 2019By: Ted Nugent VENISON! The primal scream battlecry for deerhunters everywhere that just won’t quit. Of course the term venison is not limited to just the sacred flesh of deer, but historically the nomenclature describing all wild game meat that has always fed mankind and we so cherish. With turkey season, bear season and fishing season coming alive across the springtime hunter hinterland, there are plenty of various hunting opportunities to keep us die hard, venison addicted, reasoning predators engaged and motivated, that’s for sure. But fret thee not my fellow gungho deerhunters, for the always thrilling herbivore/cervid season never ends in the last best place of Texas. Not only on millions of private ranches all across the Lone Star state but also found on open range public ground as well, it is not out of the ordinary to bump into any one of the many various species of deer that have called Texas home for many, many years.
Thursday, March 28, 2019By: 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.
Thursday, March 21, 2019By: Ted Nugent Some people have questioned, while the really smart critical-thinkers out here already knew instinctively, why on earth the MotorCity Madman rock-n-roll maniac would bother writing articles and books all these years about hunting, of all things. Well allow me to elaborate right here at my deeranddeerhunting.com BloodBrother family electro-campfire, won’t you? At the tender age of 70, about to unleash my 61st year of performing and my 54nd year of nonstop hyper spirit throttling all American soulmusic across America on my The Music Made Me Do It Again 2019 summer tour, I always thought it was pretty darn obvious what the heck I’ve been up to all these years to anyone not stuck living under a rock. To keep it real simple, I was born a bowhunter in the exciting times and home-turf of Fred Bear, deep in the exhilarating sonic-bombast of Chuck Berry, Bo Diddly and God of Thunder Little Richard and I simply couldn’t help myself! Talkin’ about right place and right time!
Thursday, March 14, 2019By: Ted Nugent Priorities, priorities, priorities! They just keep mounting up, don’t they. Even though the hunting season never ends in Texas, I nonetheless have a slightly different list of priorities now that another wonderful whitetail season has come to a close. I work daily on equipment upgrades, foodplots, treestands, feeders, ranch chores, guitar adventure, dog work, media interviews and all the goodstuff that drives my life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. To keep it simple and in perspective, I always start every day with my American Dream Battlecry of God, family, country. Everything else for quality of life pretty much falls into place, including backstraps and rock-n-roll. I figure, what exactly would God want me to do today? Well, surely, He would want me to take care of myself, my family, my community, my country, my earth and my fellow man. And therefore, I got all the prime priorities covered real good in every category just by doing the right thing and intelligently and responsibly managing my time, energy, spirit and resources to the max for positive attitude and forward motion.
Thursday, March 7, 2019By: Ted Nugent It’s the guy that goes to his grave with the most powerful memories that wins. My memory bank runneth over with the greatest memories a guy could ever hope for, and as we enter March 2019, this is the time of year, every year, when my happy memory planets align, for March 5 is Fred Bear’s birthday. Born in 1902, Fred would have turned 117 this week and a gathering of Fred Bear loving BloodBrothers got together for the 2nd annual Fred Bear Day in Grayling, Michigan, to commemorate this wonderful human being. Of course, Grayling, the real Gateway to Up North, was where Fred and his amazing bowyer Nels Grumly relocated their unique and soon to be legendary little archery shop from Detroit way back around 1940 or thereabouts, and they were off to the races. My good fortune came about because my dad, Warren Henry Nugent was already a bowhunter and follower of Fred’s when I was born in 1948, and like all American kids in those days, we all had Red Ryder Daisy BB-guns, a homemade slingshot and a homemade bow and arrow.
Thursday, February 28, 2019By: Ted Nugent
February 28, 2019! Are you kidding me! It’s over! Are you telling me it’s over? The end! Finis! Terminus backstrapology! Bye-bye baby! Adios MoFo! See ya! So long! It’s over Rover!
With tears streaming down my face, a lumpy gulp in my throat and a broken heart, my emotions got the best of me as I say; “adios deerseason 2018-2019, you were the best ever!”
The amazing Texas whitetail season throttles effervescently from October 1 thereabouts to the 1st day of March for landowners enrolled in the wonderful Managed Land Deer Permit system, where landowners determine our own bag limits and hunting methodologies. Which of course is why the best deerhunting on planet earth is in Texas, for everyone knows government bureaucrats are no match for the boots-on-the-ground passion, knowledge, capabilities and wisdom of free American earthly stewards.
Thursday, February 14, 2019By: Ted Nugent “Ooohhh…. It’s gamey!” “I tried venison once but didn’t like the gamey taste”. In my lifetime of never-ending worldly travels, the subject of hunting and wildlife always comes up. Everybody knows I’m a gungho lifetime hunter and they always remark that I appear pretty healthy for a 70-year-old gonzo rock-n-roll explorer. Remaining…