Tuesday, July 27, 2021By: Ted Nugent Grounded! Down to earth! Certainly two of the greatest compliments a person can bestow upon another, identifying the integrity, reliability and righteousness of an individual. When it gets right down to it, both those terms are quite literal in their origin, celebrating a person’s honest, earthly touch and connection, as in farming, ranching, hunting, fishing, trapping and overall down and dirty terra firma hands-on lifestyles. From my earliest years roaming the mystical riverine wildgrounds of the mighty Rouge River in my Detroit neighborhood, in between guitarkranking adventure, I was always fascinated by the animals, birds, furbearers and their intriguing habitat. Thank God I had this soul cleansing wildlife Skunk Hollow paradise right across Hazelton Street to lure me away from concrete jungle citytime so often. Sure, I was equally fascinated by the downtown electricity, and explored that MotorCity environment just as often.
Wednesday, July 14, 2021By: Ted Nugent Heck, if I were just lucky enough to be a bowhunter all these wonderful years, I suppose that would provide more than adequate celebratory fodder for my mystical flight of the arrow American Dream. But crazy, lucky, lucky me, my bowhunting life is anything but simply personal, isolated and secretive, for as I go about my daily life’s business, no matter where that might take me, my love for the sport is emphasized and fortified by people approaching me everywhere I go to talk bowhunting! At the gas station, grocery store, feedmill, hardware store, car wash, car dealer, sushi bar, coffee shop, music store, dentist office, or even yesterday at the University of Michigan Medical Center having a routine procedure for us old guys, everyone wants to talk killer guitar licks, rock-and-roll, gunrights and bowhunting. And I am more than enthusiastic to join in and let er rip! Many such conversations erupt with genuine interest on how to get started with the bow and arrow.
Wednesday, June 30, 2021By: Ted Nugent Clearly, the jury is not still out when it comes to wildlife management 101. The inescapable proof and universal evidence of why game animals are thriving in America and elsewhere today is a direct result of the simplest of science; habitat management, its carrying capacity and the sustain yield annual valued harvest of the surplus. Placing real world value on habitat protection, improvement, enhancement and overall management along with the monitoring of wildlife productivity is a virtual guarantee that these wonderful natural wildlife resources will thrive forevermore. We the people in the hunting/conservation world can all rejoice and be exceedingly proud of such an accomplishment in a world that rarely does the right thing whenever government bureaucrats get involved. We’ve succeeded in spite of them so far. These wildlife resources are truly precious and mean the world to nature lovers everywhere, which is why they remain in the asset column when bureaucrats get out of our way and let truth, logic, science and common sense guide our policies. Usually. When I say usually, it is because it is unfortunately not always the case.
Thursday, June 24, 2021By: Ted Nugent A tin of sardines with saltine crackers on a cold fall afternoon around a warming campfire in the Yukon. A makeshift coniferous shelter from a cold rain on the banks of a babbling brook in Alaska. Buddies laughing and swapping stories at the buckpole on a family farm in November. Dragging a son’s and/or daughter’s first deer out of the woods together. The unrivaled thrill of hearing the glorious words; “Here he is over here!!” The delicious, overpowering aroma of thick-cut slab bacon sizzling at 3am on opening morning. Sitting in a tree during a snowstorm. The first hunt with dad. The last hunt with dad.
Monday, June 21, 2021By: Ted Nugent Like pretty much every day of my life, I spent most of today walking and wandering in, on and about some wonderful, healthy, soul cleansing wildlife habitat wildground. As summertime throttles onward and we dream of cool October days, I continue to seek, absorb and cherish new lessons of the wild that not only bring me much immediate gratification and powerful sense of belonging, but also a constant reminder of God’s miraculous nature creation, and most importantly, our moral, intellectual and spiritual obligation to take good care of His precious gift. Natural resource stewards unite Having just celebrated my 73rd renewal of another springtime, now summer shows us how perfect the four seasons are in the big scheme of life.
Tuesday, June 15, 2021By: 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.
Tuesday, June 1, 2021By: Ted Nugent I wander the wild on a daily basis. It’s just what I do. I fortunately carved out my ultimate American outdoor lifestyle Dream long, long ago to make sure I lived my life, liberty and pursuit of gonzo happiness with everything I got, and everything that God gave me, and the rewards are immeasurable. My radar picks up on the smallest of surrounding detail as I cruise my sacred wildgrounds, and I see, hear, smell and feel new things each day that spark interest, intrigue, fascination, and wonderful memories. There’s an old scrape there, a buckrub, a blowdown, deerbed, a new trail, turkey scratchings, a birdnest, some old bones, a shed antler, some feathers from an unlucky victim of a predator, and an endless plethora of earthly goodies that never fail to stimulate and educate me. More and more lately I’ve been taking note of old, historical treestand remnants that bring a glowing smile to my face, for those old pieces of dilapidated, busted-up 2x4s hanging precariously from forked branches bring a flood of amazing forever moments strategizing to ambush a backstrapper.
Friday, May 14, 2021By: 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 don’t know how, but it gets more intense and thrilling for me every year. Ain’t…
Thursday, May 6, 2021By: Ted Nugent Pretty simple stuff, those wonderful four seasons of the year! Who could not love and celebrate them all! I just created another killer instrumental song recently titled Winter Spring Summer Fall and it flowed out of me like life’s breath itself! Going back to the earliest years with my amazing band The Amboy Dukes, I have created instrumentals, moving pieces dare I say, with songtitles very close to my heart that clearly follow my love and passion for the outdoor lifestyle; Scottish Tea, Migration, Homebound, Free Flight, Hibernation, TNT Overture, Earthtones, Sunrize and now this new orchestral primal, instinctual celebration of our love of the four-season dynamo that encompasses and facilitates life itself. Some may think that our love of hunting and the great outdoors focuses sole on the fall season, and for some this may very well be true. Nothing like the cool, crisp, delicious predator air of October and November to set our hearts a-flutter!
Thursday, April 22, 2021By: Ted Nugent On the wall of our old NorthWoods Michigan Nuge family log cabin are the artfully mounted heads of a pair of handsome whitetail deer. These two mounts literally reek of glowing memory tsunamis of every minute detail of each encounter that reside deep in my soul and remain on call for my serious happiness celebration anytime and everytime I see them or even think about them. Afterall, that is the essence of the art of taxidermy and also why nobody ever hires a taxidermy artist to mount their chicken no matter how enjoyable the Cordon Bleu family meal memory may be. Many guests to our wilderness cabin end up staring at these two deer on the wall and eventually and inevitably inquire as to why I had them mounted, for you see, the one is a button buck fawn of the year 1969 and the other is a doe fawn of the year 1970. As I excitedly go into the detailed stories behind each kill, some soon begin to understand the spiritual moment of my excitement while others remain somewhat confused as to why anyone would ever bother to mount such non-trophy animals, missing the whole point of what such taxidermy work truly represents. Over the years I have had many more big game kills mounted and many of them do indeed qualify as genuine trophies by any and all such measurements, both official and non-official.