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.
Thursday, April 15, 2021By: Ted Nugent OK. I’m old. Not tired or worn out by any means, but relatively travel-weary after a very wild 60+ year (so far) hyper rock-n-roll blitz of superhuman/animal proportions around the globe. I started my guitarslamming American Dream way, way back around 1955, and by the time I was 9 years old, I was already rocking out onstage like a guitarboy possessed in various duets, reviews, combos, trios and bands. And, mind you, my mystical flight of the arrow flingfest erupted even earlier than that, if you can believe it! Believe it! Adventure shortage I know not, and I have thrilled and continue to thrill at every magical moment in both dynamic arenas of life, liberty and the gonzo pursuit of my ultra-rock-n-roll bowhunting happiness. And to this day 72.4 years later, the eternal passionfires blaze on ferociously into that not so quiet night!
Thursday, April 8, 2021By: Ted Nugent My wonderful Catahoula/black mouth cur Happy was singing the ultimate hound howl as I strained to find the limb-clinging bushytail high aloft in the old Live Oak tree. Old Happy is never wrong and wasn’t about to give up and neither was I. Along with Sadie the lady yellow Labrador and Coco…
Thursday, April 1, 2021By: Ted Nugent Whew! That was crazy exciting! Talkin’ about Gonzo springcleaning outrage! A bewildering whirlwind vortex of shrapnel infested dust has finally settled here at CampNuge as I just wrapped up the most insane auction in the history of insane auctions! I painfully soldoff a lifetime overabundance of incredible guns, one of a kind iconic guitars, artistic knives, beautiful wildlife artwork masterpieces, scads of historical bows and arrows, custom trucks and hotrods, legendary rock-n-roll memorabilia and unique career paraphernalia from rock-n-roll hell. All of a sudden my barns, shops and closets have room to move in! Though TribeNuge always conducts some sort of basic springcleaning as an annual ritual of reorganization, cleanup and streamlining responsibility, this auction was surely a once in a lifetime ultra-cleanout that should have probably happened a long time ago, but better late than never as the saying goes. As Shemane and I continue to settle into our new Texas home, we are still in the process of getting things organized and as we haul boxes from old house to new house, this is the perfect time to sort out the truly desirable goods from an accumulation of marginally lesser desirable items. And though my auction soldoff more than 400 individual items, as we go through our stuff now, I am reminded why I had the sale to begin with. I still have a crazy amount of really cool stuff to keep me more than busy, happy and adventurous.
Thursday, March 25, 2021By: Ted Nugent It’s not like I haven’t got plenty to keep me crazy busy in between deerseasons, that’s for sure! But even with the nonstop orgy of my musical adventure, songwriting, guitarslamming, tone tweaking, equipment experimentation, jamming, sonic defiance, and soulmusic alchemy, I still dream relentlessly of October, November, December 2021 and beyond! Gee, I’m almost like a deerhunting junkie for God’s sake! And speaking of God, I would certainly like to thank Him immensely for the diversity of my life’s adventures. I raise maximum God, family, country, freedom hell everyday on global media, fulfill my daily ranch chore responsibilities, do my very best to wear out my beloved hound dogs, shoot a squirrel or two in the eyeball, check my trapline each morning, diligently pursue my husband, father and grandfather duties, and constantly reachout to remind my elected government employees that the Nugent family expects them to live up to their sacred Constitutional Oaths. Then of course there’s always vacuuming, sweeping, dusting, laundry, general home maintenance, grocery shopping, etc, and today I mounted a new US flag and Texas flag to the front of our home. I had to chainsaw some lowhanging limbs on the fence again this morning, fill a few feeders, cut and remove some old barbwire tangles, train with and clean a few guns, exercise my Mathews bow, and oh yeah, sign a couple thousand Come And Take It hats and flags (tednugent.com) for the hardcore freedom demanding masses! Then I had a quick breakfast and here I am.
Thursday, March 18, 2021By: Ted Nugent 113 days and 106 deerhunting sits later since returning home to Texas last November, (I duck hunted a few mornings and evenings) the ghost appeared for the 1st time before me! Axis deer! By far the most invisible, and quite possibly, the most desirable critter on SpiritWild Ranch, and for many hunters, all across Texas. Nestled back in a prime Primos Double Bull popup blind deep in the vast mesquite jungle, the gorgeous and most delicious of the deer family appeared at the edge of the distant foodplot like an apparition from the cedar valley sanctuary. Oh my! Still more than 200 yards out, but with a good hour of shooting light remaining, my hope meter sprang to life with visions of the spotted deer entering my killzone. Ever so cautiously and painstakingly slow, the foursome of stags browsed and nibbled their way in my direction. My Mathews bow was up and ready when even at that for off range, the lead buck’s head jerked erect, head swiveling to and fro, and all four deer spun and beat a hasty retreat back into no-mans-land. As usual.