Friday, January 11, 2019By: Ted Nugent Another day, another kid! Just how lucky can an old bowhunter get than getting one of the greatest joys available in life hearing from kids from all over America every day celebrating hunting and the great outdoor lifestyle in this day and age! Not a day goes by that I don’t receive a letter and photo from a young boy and or a young girl with exciting celebrations of a successful hunt. Think about that one for a minute. In 2019 in the otherwise goofy world turned upside down and our purest American culture and heritage being attacked from every angle every day, I get photos and stories from young Americans absolutely thrilled to have whacked their first deer, turkey, bear, rabbit, dove, duck, squirrel, pheasant, raccoon or any of the various species of big and small game in North America.
Thursday, January 3, 2019By: Ted Nugent Okay, let us all just admit it, that when it comes to deerhunting, no matter the quintessential, penultimate Herculean effort we put forth to strategize, plan, manipulate and intellectualize our ambush decisions in order to kill the beast, good old Mother Nature and nasty old Murphy always have the final say. And of course that is why we love/crave it so much. But on occasion, sometimes, when luck is on our side, such dedicated planning connects the predator dots, the backstrapper planets align, and God shines His miraculous love down upon us. No matter when such luck occurs, we take it, cherish it and appreciate it beyond measure, celebrating the extensive time, energy and effort investment, nearly forgetting about all those nerve wracking skunking days, and the world is all good.
Thursday, December 20, 2018By: Ted Nugent I’ve written extensively about my exciting lifetime of projectile management and the ever-loving mystical flight of the arrow, and all these 70 years later such passions run stronger than ever. Say HALLELUJAH! My daily archery/bowhunting practice sessions are serious business, certainly always outrageous fun, but quite honestly, life and death serious. My job, moral obligation and duty as a bowhunter is to kill swiftly, so accurate shot placement is as serious as it comes.
Thursday, December 13, 2018By: Ted Nugent Ahhhhh…… December 13, 1948, such a moving historical landmark! A moment in time! A day of infamy the way I see it. A wild-eyed kickoff to something big and beautiful. My favorite day ever! Seventy years ago today a rather momentous launching of little Theodore Anthony Nugent on the not so mean streets of Detroit, and rock-n-roll guitar slamming and the mystical flight of the arrow would never be the same again. What a great time to be born. Chuck Berry and Fred Bear paved the way for the most fun adventure a young whippersnapper future MotorCity Madman Whackmaster could have ever hoped for, and celebrating my 70th today is glowing proof that the American Dream is alive and well and available to anyone who plunges heart and soul into their passions.
Thursday, December 6, 2018By: Ted Nugent Every hunt is special, exciting, interesting, educational, ultraFUN and mystical to say the least. But on October 20, 2018, deep in my traditional Michigan swampland, the mysticism factor accelerated to a higher degree than usual and every thrilling moment is imprinted on my very happy psyche like a timeless drawing on cave wall. The air was so thick with wet, floating fog that you could taste the dying, golden Tamarac needles in the surrounding fen. Visibility was cut to just a few yards in my ladderstand along the winding, gurgling creek and the hammering of big, noisy Pileated woodpeckers provided the ultimate soundtrack for my Spirit of the Wild fall morning of bowhunting. Master VidCamDude Ethan Wiskur and I knew all too well how a Michigan whitetail hunter must remain silent, motionless and vigilant, so we blended in our beautiful wooded, marshy habitat like the mink, muskrat, beaver, deer, turkey, rabbits, pheasants, woodcock and other assorted wildlife with which we shared this sacred ground. We fit in and we belonged.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018By: Ted Nugent
I’ve written and waxed poetic and passionate about the seriousness of celebrating Thanksgiving in America for many, many years. We have so much to be thankful for in this the greatest country on earth that it is critically important to shout it out loud and proud from every mountaintop we can ascend.
I am convinced that the appreciation for all that is possible in this sacred experiment in self-government, though alive and well overall, is in fact diminishing by some Americans due to the human failure to become spoiled and petty after we have it so good for so long.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018By: Ted Nugent
POW! BLAM! Bang! KaBlooey! Boom! Whoomp! KaBlammo! Wham!
Let us celebrate the most beautiful ballistic freedom soundtrack cacophony known to man! The glorious Opening Day of firearms deerseason wherever and whenever this wonderful day may occur is the day of days for American deerhunters across the land of the free and home of the brave!
Lord have mercy how I love the stimulating sound of small arms fire at the break of day!
Thursday, November 8, 2018By: Ted Nugent Chris was hunkered down with his crossbow in a beautiful ravine between a stunning cattail rimmed lake and a high cut ridge sloping up to a withered cornfield. The fall colors and soothing cacophony of wildlife sounds made this deery zone all the more stimulating and he could sense he was in the lap of God. With a rare southeast wind nipping at his cheek, he wasn’t really surprised at all when a handsome butterball unicorn spike buck appeared out of the reedgrass puckerbrush ahead, and with deadly predator stealth he sent his broadhead tipped bolt straight into the life giving pumpstation of the young buck for a quick, happy backstrap dream. Anthony made the long drive from New Jersey for his Uncle Ted deerhunting dream, and knew he was in one of my favorite ladderstands as he settled in for his evening vigil. Green foodplots to his right and a magical marsh to his left, the natural corridor of his narrow woodlot had all the markings of the ultimate critter ambush setup, and he was ready to rock.
Thursday, October 25, 2018By: Ted Nugent I was all snuggled ultra-comfy, deep in the warm, loving bosom of God. I could actually taste the effervescent swampfog that enveloped our little riverine bog, and I don’t know where the slight pre-dawn glow came from, but a subtle shimmer accented all the gold, yellow, red and orange fiery flora and fauna within which we were perched. My entire life has been dedicated with all the might I can muster to be as alive as I can possibly be. My indefatigable, nonstop hyper scramble to maximize my life, liberty and pursuit of happiness has consumed my every breath for near on 70 years now, and I push myself to discover new and exciting procedures each and every day to kick it up a notch in everything I do. God, family, country, music, my sacred we the people politics, hunting, fishing, trapping, dogs, communication with people and a vast assortment of American Dream options throttle my entire being fulltime.
Thursday, October 18, 2018By: Ted Nugent If any hunter alive or dead would ever expect to have a reasonable handle on the critter numbers on their own private hunting lands it would be me. I’ve been hard at it my entire life, never missed a season in 70 years and diligently explore, farm, hunt, fish, trap, survey and study my sacred hunting grounds nonstop throughout the year, all year long, every year. When we were hit hard across the Midwest by the deadly EHD plague a few years back, we counted nearly 100 dead deer carcasses in our woods, fields, swamps, marshes and fen in a short few months period. It was heartbreaking to say the least. Over the following five years we backed way back on doe harvests, and within just a few short years we celebrated God’s miraculous whitetail deer productivity creation as the numbers rebounded to nearly the good old days. The hunting has been wonderful. My deer expert son Toby reported herds of 50 to 60 animals wintering on our place this past year and we were excitedly looking forward to an action packed backstrap boogie come the October 2018 opener. But alas, it was not to be!