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Hunt To The Hunt

Thursday, October 12, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

The conditions were just right for our bowhunting dreams. It was a wonderful, dark, dreary, overcast, cold, breezy, grey cloud October afternoon, and inspired by the hunter friendly weather, I headed into the wind for my favorite west woods treestand a couple hours earlier than usual.

Not really expecting to encounter deer on the way in, typically I would just casually stroll through the ½ mile of enchanting deerwoods at a leisurely somewhat alert pace to my stand. I didn’t exactly walk along with my radar turned off like a citykid, but I also didn’t sneak in perfect deadly stealth mode either.

This day felt different, you know, a bowhunter’s sixth sense kind of thing, and with a better tuned in, more focused situational ‘bowhunter’ awareness, I did my very best Fred Bear predator approach and took my time, more like outright stalking than just still hunting.

Staying in the shadows, I only took a few ultra-slow, cautious steps at a time, and never stepped on anything I could step over.

I moved with my eyes 10 times more than with my feet and forced myself to stand still and probe the forest with the utmost of attentiveness. Like Fred and other master bowhunters taught us, I looked for horizontal lines and parts of a deer instead of the whole animal.

I reminded myself to look for a flicker of white or a quiver of an ear or head more than a deer’s body.

Not surprisingly the rewards were instantaneous with nonstop increased sightings of birds, squirrels and always titillating flora a fauna.

More than ounce I was inspired to increase my pace and get the walk to my stand over with, excited to get settled in for what had become over many years my standard operating treestand ambush procedure.

But I resisted the urge and kept my movement slow and easy.

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ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

Oh my God, glory glory hallelujah, here it comes! The moment of truth is glowing on the ever-approaching horizon and is nearly upon us, and the bloodbrotherhood of reasoning predators of the mystical flight of the arrow everywhere are dangerously cocked, locked and oh so ready to ROCK doc!

I know! I know! Many bowhunters across America celebrated the mythical season of harvest opener in numerous states many weeks and even months ago, but come on! You must admit that early seasons being as exciting as they are, they surely do not compare with the magic month of October!

We salute the many states that sensibly open their early archery deerseasons in the month of September, some even in July and August for goodness sakes, but with the historical traditional opener kicking off either on the closest Saturday to October or on October 1st itself, we all must admit that good old October fall days feel, smell, stimulate, inspire, motivate, electrify and call our name like the ultimate real McCoy of hunting season excitement just a little more powerfully.

Being so fortunate to be born in Detroit Michigan, the land of Fred Bear, way back in 1948, October 1st will always be the day of days for this old bowhunter. Even though we can still expect plenty of undesirably warm days, October nonetheless is the month when the weather and spirit at least starts to feel like hunting season.

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Stealth Be With You

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

I gotta tell ya, this social media phenomenon is something else, isn’t it! I am anything but a high-tech guy, (crowbars, hatchets, guitars and sharp sticks being my specialty) but I can figure most things out eventually, and once I got this facebook thing down, look out world!

Communicating freely with tens of MILLIONS of people around the world at the touch of a finger everyday certainly has unlimited pluses. And of course, like everything in life, with pluses comes an inescapable flurry of minuses. But in my nonstop communication on facebook the positives surely far outweigh the negatives and the lunatic fringe is always left hanging there by their own noose of stupidity and hate for all the world to see.

It all works out rather nicely in the end.

Now that hunting season 2017 is upon us and building steam, I hear from a lot of fellow hunters out there on a daily basis. I hear from dyed in the wool oldtimers like you and me and also from many newcomers eager to live and learn everything about our amazing sport.

Though everyone readily grasps the inescapable dynamic of the inherent frustrations that are inevitable in the “roll the dice” hunting lifestyle, there certainly still remains a lot of pain in the rear-end frustration out there nonetheless.

It’s called hunting, not shooting afterall.

From what I can tell, most everybody understands and works hard at all the basics like scouting, practicing, picking the best ambush stand sites, scent and sound control and a well-rounded understanding of game, gear, equipment, shooting and how to best use it all in our inexhaustible quest for life, liberty and the pursuit of backstrap happiness.

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Kentucky Ultimate Outdoor Expo

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

by Ted Nugent

Man does not live by rock-n-roll alone. Well, not completely, but almost! I mean come on! It is the ultimate soundtrack of the American Dream of God, family, country, career, hunting, horsepower, firepower, independence, rugged individualism and deercamp afterall!

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Be A One-Man Wildlife Army

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

By Ted Nugent

There is a vast, stunning, towering, soul cleansing forest in the swamplands of southern Michigan that an uppity guitar player planted by hand. With many indigenous coniferous and deciduous species of trees, some now more than 45 years old, this mystical woodland paradise is living proof that real honest to God sweat equity prioritized stewardship can and will make a difference for thriving wildlife and healthy wildground, not to mention a sense of gratifying fulfillment and soul cleansing spiritual fortification that makes a man feel all warm and good inside.

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The Soulless Dishonesty of Political Correctness

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

by Ted Nugent

Everyone with a soul, a brain, a heart, a conscience, logic, commonsense and an instinctual sense of decency and honesty knows that the self-inflicted scourge of political correctness is a license to lie and deny truth.

Though it rears its ugly head on a painfully regular basis seemingly in every facet of our lives, destroying quality of life at every toxic turn, I’m afraid it has struck a new all-time low, and horrifically right here in our beloved hunting community and industry.

It is not an opinion that annual hunting seasons are an absolute scientifically indisputable necessity. Sustain yield, habitat carrying capacity, wildlife population dynamics and annual natural seasonal harvest via management through hands-on value based utility are not opinions. These are all facts of the natural order of creation and its renewable function that is supported and proven through all evidence time immemorial.

Anti-hunting is not a valid opinion. To be against hunting is to be against nature herself and such denial has proven to be dangerous and catastrophic to wildlife everytime it is considered or implemented.

Humankind knows damn well that BILLIONS of animals are slaughtered on a daily basis around the globe to feed us. That is not an opinion. It is a fact.

Meat is food. Period. Wildlife meat is the best food. Period. The opinion that meat may not be some individual’s preferred food is a respected opinion, but to dare interfere with the production of this globally produced food for the masses is virtually insane, unacceptable and must be defeated wherever such hate for mankind exists.

It is bad enough when weird politically correct dishonest fools and scammers preach and lie about such insanity, but when the owner of hunting television networks acquiesce to such insanity by an inconsequential lunatic fringe of ignorant haters and then bans the airing of such time-honored hunting perfection on an entire technology, we have seen man at his worst.

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West Bend Wisconsin DeerFest 2017

Friday, August 4, 2017

 by Ted Nugent

I don’t have to look to the heavens to see a meteorite, I am a damn meteorite! Based on sheer velocity and trajectory and that fiery vaportrail flaming up a storm in my review mirror, all scientific indicators are showing very little danger of this fireball burning out in the far-off future of my crazy rock-n-roll atmosphere.

I didn’t invent the American Dream but I did perfect it a long, long time ago.

No, seriously, as I hammer away on my handy dandy little laptop computer writing this here NugeBlog, bucking and weaving at 10,800 feet in my little twin turbo-prop Cessna NugeForce1 rocketship on my way to rockout #6613, I am confident that my readers here will give the old backstrapping WhackMaster guitarplayer the benefit of the doubt and let me enjoy this mind dazzling 60 plus year musical adventure with a little creative metaphoring.

Thank you for that. It is good to respect your elders, or least show a little pity!

So far this amazing summer tour 2017, my killer band and I have unleashed 37 firebreathing torrents of killer American soulmusic, marking just past the half-way point of the greatest tour of my life. And of course that means more than half-way to Opening Day of deer season!

Join me in the gnashing of teeth, the rolling of eyeballs, goosebumps on goosebumps and fully erect hair follicles on the back of our necks and scream HALLELUJAH, won’t you!

And of course 37 concerts so far this year also means 37 wonderful roundtable campfires backstage and at the hotels securing once again that our hunting lifestyle truth, logic and commonsense remains alive and well across the hinterland.

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The WhackMaster Meets The Buckmaster

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

JackieBOkay pilgrims, we’re rockin’ fulltime across America like a jetstorm afire! It’s only July 20 for Nuge summer Rockout 2017 and we’ve already imprinted our fiery rock-n-roll vaportrail singe on thousands and thousands of real music lovers in 20 cities in eight states so far in the 1st six weeks and we’re not even warmed up yet.

Can I get a witness!

Performing my 6602nd concert in Montgomery Alabama last Sunday and scorching Nashville yesterday, we will unleash our ferocious animal breeding soundtrack fury on Merrillville, Indiana tonight then blitz onward across the hinterland nonstop to September.

It’s only rock-n-roll but we like it!

Cops, soldiers, teachers, farmers, ranchers, welders, carpenters, truck drivers, entrepreneurs and deerhunters of every imaginable walk of life and just great families hang backstage with their lovable Uncle Ted each and every night to shoot the breeze before and after every concert. No words can describe what an honor and how humbling it is to have such a connection with so many great Americans across the land all these years.

When I saw Montgomery Alabama in the crosshairs, I knew I had to reach out to everybody’s favorite Buckmaster, Jackie Bushman to see if we could get together for the day, and sure enough, old Jackie was home and ready to ROCK!

The Buckmaster picked me up at the airport where we were greeted by the ultimate welcoming committee of US Army warriors. The amazing soldiers sure made me feel welcome and at home and I sincerely thanked them for their service, dedication and sacrifices on behalf of a grateful nation.

I could not have asked for a more relaxing BloodBrother afternoon in preparation for the nightly Iron Man rockout, and Jackie and his beautiful daughter hosted a wonderful steak lunch at their remote hunting cabin in the wilds of Alabama deer country.

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No Child Before Their Time

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

by Ted Nugent

Too painful and numerous to repeat here, the horror stories are heartbreaking and endless; a parent wanting desperately to introduce their young son and/or daughter to the joys of the shooting sports before they are truly ready.

That is a deadly and dangerous recipe for disaster and the evidence is far too widespread to ignore.

I have personally witnessed how some youngsters are ready, with ultra-structured guidance, for the intense discipline of the very serious business of firearms fun as early as their 5th or 6th birthday. But I have also witnessed the life threatening dangers of pushing a 10 year old before they are physically or psychologically capable of handling or processing all that which goes with safe handling and firing of a gun.

The undeveloped muscle weakness alone of a small boy or girl, not to mention their childish minds, is almost always enough of a concern to force us to wait a few years.

Even with the expert experienced control of a qualified rangemaster, the instantaneous physics of even minimal recoil is a deadly force to reckon with in the wrong hands.

A few proven tips that can be beneficial to a smooth, positive, fun, safe first firearm experience can make all the difference in the world in order to make it something they will not only always cherish, but eagerly wish to repeat often in life.

It’s not just about recruitment into the shooting sports, but more importantly, retention.

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The Enemy Within

Monday, June 12, 2017

By: Ted Nugent

How ‘bout our sacred family hunting campfires, huh! It is impossible to put into mere words the power and glory of our pure tooth, fang and claw connection as hunting families with God’s miraculous creation and our natural stewardship lifestyle.

As Fred Bear said and I repeat often, it truly does cleanse the soul!

When we escape the often stressful crazy world of everyday life, nothing soothes and recreates our mind, spirit, body and soul quite like the great outdoors and those we share and celebrate it with.

There is no question that the finest human beings to ever walk the good earth are found in hunting camps and around hunting campfires worldwide.

My mind is aflutter with wonderful happy memories of mom, dad, brothers, sister, sons, daughters, Uncle John and Uncle Dick, cousins, Fred Bear, Dick Mauch, Bob Munger, Ed Bilderback, Doug Walker, George Nicholls, Marv Leslie, extended family and friends and just the greatest most down to earth people a person could ever wish to spend meaningful time with.

With all that immeasurable good we are so blessed with, it is a damn shame we must deal with so much bad and ugly within our hunting community and industry, but in order to maximize all that is good, it is our responsibility to identify and constantly fight to reduce and hopefully eliminate the toxic runaway bad and ugly with all our might wherever and whenever we encounter it.

And you all know exactly what I’m talking about.

Sharing 100s of campfires with 100s of hunting families each year certifies the truth, logic and commonsense that I live by. And though much positive spirit and unlimited fun defines our spirit sessions, there is unfortunately a constant reminder of the pain and heartbreak we all feel ab out the cannibals and inbreeders in our own sport.

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