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…
Thursday, February 7, 2019By: Ted Nugent I walk the wild. I’ve walked the wild for my entire 70 years and I know what I see. I determined early on that my quality of life and overall American Dream will be ultimately enjoyed based on my dedication to a higher level of awareness and diligent attentiveness to my surroundings, people, places, things and conditions. And I walk the wild a lot! I live in the wild, I cherish the wild, I revere the wild, I live the wild, I am the Spirit of the Wild and there is no getting away from it.
Thursday, January 31, 2019By: Ted Nugent My 70-year plus American Dream adventure blitzkrieg has been rather interesting to say the least, so far. Nonstop rock-n-roll and bowhunting has made it possible for me to hang with people from all around the world and every imaginable walk of life. At a very early age I began to figure it out that my quality of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness would indeed be determined by the quality of people I associate with. Hence, I began to ostracize liars, dopers, drunks, scammers and negative dirtbags of every stripe. I have been blessed beyond measure to hang with and become friends, even BloodBrothers, with the best of the best. I mean, come on! I bowhunted with Fred Bear, learned how to race offroad with Mickey Thompson and Parnelli Jones, communicated with Elmer Keith about handgun hunting, played bass with Chuck Berry and Bo Diddly, jammed with the elite of the elite and shared sacred campfires with the kindest, warmest, compassionate workin’ hard, playin’ hard American hunting families one could ever dream of.
Thursday, January 24, 2019By: Ted Nugent I’m sure you all felt my pain last week when I shared the agonizing horror story of missing my best buck of the season. We have all been there and know all too well the difficulty of trying to get over our painful misses. Fortunately, I was able to remedy the suffering to a great degree with the healing powers of exciting duck hunts with my beloved dogs Happy, Sadie and Coco and daily bowhunts on our Texas home property, but still the haunting image of that errant crossbow bolt flying under the armpit of that trophy buck creeped back into my psyche more often than I would have preferred. I practiced diligently with my Excalibur crossbow and various Mathews every day, and in short order felt very confident that I could and would redeem myself when the next opportunity arose.
Thursday, January 17, 2019By: Ted Nugent I missed. I mean, I missed really, really bad! I know, we all miss and it is always a painful thing. Some misses are manageable, some not so much. I am having a very hard time getting over this one. When you have been addicted to the mystical flight of the arrow as long as I have, missing the mark on occasion, even often, is just part of the projectile management lifestyle. Ya win some ya lose some. No biggie in the great scheme of things. When we miss a shot that was executed reasonably well, we can live with it. In archery some things are simply not within our control no matter how dedicated we are and how proficient we become.