By: Ted Nugent
It was thirty years ago this month that I walked with a giant for the very last time. Privileged beyond words to be the invited guest of the great Fred Bear at his beloved annual Grouse Haven deercamp in the big woods of Michigan, there was nothing in this world that could keep me away from spending such earth-moving time with the legendary bowhunter and conservation visionary.
My cherished times with Fred going all the way back to my youth were always incredibly special, but the magical setting of an autumn woodland colorfest during bowseason with The Man was literally off the charts exciting.
Surrounded by old hunting buddies and Bear Archery associates from around the country, the atmosphere verily glowed with the essence of the bowhunting life.
Chats around the campfire and fireplace, dining, sitting back sharing hunting tales and lies, making the rounds spreading corn and sugar beets at all the various deerstands, shooting our bows at the range and just classic deercamp hanging out and camaraderie was all so damn special there are no words to describe the magical aura and pulsations of it all.
Old Doug Walker was there. Bob Munger, Dick Mauch, Erv Wagner, Sheriff Bob Blevins, Sherwood Schock, Hap Fling, Dick Lattimer, Frank Scott, Astronaut Joe Engle, so many good friends and A list players from the original days of bowhunting’s rebirth. Every year was the bowhunting camp to end all bowhunting camps.
On that October day 1987 thirty years ago, Fred and I had the rare moment to have some time alone together as everyone else headed to their deerstands. Doing everything I could to be sure I wasn’t being a pest to Fred, I would always opt to stick around camp with him instead of hunting some mornings and afternoons.
Those that knew Fred were well aware of his great sense of humor and there was never a dull moment with him.
By: Ted Nugent
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Larry Polenske wrote a great preview on what to expect from DeerFest this weekend, where Ted will be giving a spoken presentation August 5, at 2pm! DeerFest is happening at the Washington County Fair in West Bend Wisconsin August 4 - 6. Get your tickets HERE and click the "FULL STORY" button for Larry's full preview.
Ted recently took to the airwaves to discuss the summer tour as well as The Freedom Coalition, an initiative and petition to stop the injustices befalling numerous Americans, who are now in prison as a result of out-of-control federal regulations.
Listen to Ted's interview (beginning at the 4-minute mark) with Sam Bushman at Liberty Roundtable here: http://www.LibertyRoundtable.com/2017/07/20/radio-show-hour-2-07202017/.
For more information on this cause that Ted fights for, visit: http://TheFreedomCoalition.com/.
Ted will be appearing at The Kentucky Ultimate Outdoor Expo on August 27 for a presentation, followed by a meet and greet! Don't miss this opportunity to chat with The Nuge himself. Get your tickets today: http://UltimateOutdoorExpo.com/13-ticket-information.html.
Sunday, Aug 27 Kentucky Ultimate Outdoor Expo
At the Kentucky Horse Park, Lexington
Ted Nugent Presentation and Meet & Greet from 2-4pm!
Ted's been bringing the heat all summer with his Rockin America Again tour! William Clark for Music Enthusiast Magazine gave a rockin review of Ted's show in Orlando this past July. Check out the excerpt below and read the full review and photos at MusicEnthusiastMag.com.
"Nuge, the 68 year old hard rock musician and political activist, remains a high energy performer. You can tell he’s still passionate about his craft as he swings the audience to his corner with spiels like “I know why you’re all here, to hear some of the greatest guitar riffs in the history of rock and roll. I know, cause I wrote ’em all.” Cue in that swinging riff to “Gonzo.”
To be fair, Ted could have unleashed his signature right-wing political views throughout the course of the night as I’ve seen before at a Nugent concert and the crowd would’ve eaten out of his hand; a good portion of the crowd were seen donning their own NRA and Trump-themed apparel, and broke out in applause when the Nuge mentioned how he gave all of his grand-kids machine guns and said he told security if anyone didn’t bring a firearm to the show to give ’em one.
And yet for the most part the performance was largely settled in high velocity rock and roll; Nugent’s patriotism shone brightest through his taste in stage props and the evening’s set opener.
Closing with a knockout rendition of “The Great White Buffalo/ Spirit of the Wild,” Ted Nugent and company rocked The Plaza Live in Orlando with fierce blues rock themes and that personality unlike any other."
By: Ted Nugent
Okay 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.
TONIGHT at 7pm on 89.1FM, tune in or stream live --- "MIDWEST BEAT with Tom Lounges" --- on LAKESHORE PUBLIC RADIO (89.1FM) as Lounges welcomes the Nuge as on air guest!
Lounges' has interviewed Ted Nugent many times over the decades and will focus on the music aspect of Nugent's life and career. The planned topics for discussion -- the current tour, future recording plans, his thoughts on his classic catalog songs, and Ted's tireless work on behalf of American Veterans.
Ted's had a ROCKIN tour so far and we have the photos to prove it! Check out the recently added photos from his tour so far in the 2017 Tour Photos album. More to come!
Photo by Brown Photography
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.
"Ted Nugent and his band prove that rock and roll is still alive and kicking. You just have to know where to look to find it. Opening act Derek Day and his band (also a trio) were down right awesome, too, and are paving the way for newer acts to keep rock and roll alive. Rock has always stood out from other genres as being defiant, loud and proud, and this represents Ted Nugent on and off the stage! He truly is an American icon!"
Thanks to Buddy for the great piece! Don't miss the chance to see Ted perform live on his ROCKIN AMERICA AGAIN! tour. Tickets on sale now.
Ted will appear at DeerFest at the Washington County Fair on Saturday August 5 for a spoken presentation and autograph session. DeerFest guests will be treated to Ted share his passion for the outdoors in a presentation, followed by a meet and greet with DeerFest attendees. Please check for detail updates at www.DeerFestWI.com and get your tickets today at: www.DeerFestWI.com/Store.
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Washington County Fair Park
West Bend, WI
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.
by Ted Nugent
The two brothers lived to deerhunt. It was a major annual family ritual like no other. Like most of us deerhunters, they lived it year round, always scouting, planning, strategizing, exploring, looking for that perfect backwoods, outback, way-back swampland ambush stand location in our beloved great outdoors.
Their efforts not only paid dividends in the fun, sport, meat, trophy sacred backstrap department, but like pretty much all deerhunters, this aboriginal hands-on conservation lifestyle cleansed their souls and fortified their families’ overall quality of life.
Serious stuff this deerhunting life.
About 20 years ago they celebrated the dream deerhunt when both brothers killed two fine bucks on opening morning. They recall that as they gutted their kills, each deer had more ticks on them than they had seen previously, but they didn’t think much of it.
Turns out both brothers discovered embedded ticks on their bodies the next day, but merely removed them and never gave it a second thought.
Coincidentally, one of the brothers had a nagging flu-like condition at the time and was prescribed a pretty heavy dose of antibiotics, while his brother did not.
Within days, severe headaches and body aches and intense flu-like symptoms rattled the brother that was not prescribed antibiotics, but he just plowed through it not knowing anything about this “rare” and nearly universally misdiagnosed Lyme disease that was ravaging his body.
Horror of horrors, he became increasingly debilitated, weak and sickly until finally a doctor identified Lyme, but it was too late.
By: Ted Nugent
As we bide our precious time between hunting seasons with family, friends, work and the whirlwinds that are life, it is always good and wonderful to reminisce of hunting days of old.
So as we jettison into summertime 2017, I thought you would enjoy my exciting celebrations of magical time in the early days of bowhunting in America.
Lord knows I was there!
It’s like it was yesterday. On our annual trek north, my family pulled into a small gravel driveway on the outskirts of Grayling, Michigan in early October 1955 and parked our Ford station-wagon at the front door of what was basically a small yellow cinder block garage, the way I remember it.
Though I was only 6 years old, I was wild-eyed with nearly uncontrollable excitement as we headed to my beloved, mythical “Up North” for another fall weekend of bowhunting fun.
I had a little wooden longbow and a makeshift leather backquiver with a few feather-fletched arrows, and in my young mind there was no way you could convince me that I wasn’t officially and seriously bowhunting to kill a deer. Or at least a squirrel or raccoon, or a chipmunk or something!
Dad and I exited the car and opened the door with the Bear Archery sign hanging overhead and entered what unbeknownst to me at the time, could very well have been the bowhunting dream epicenter of planet earth.
By: Ted Nugent
Ah, summertime and the living is easy, so the song says. So what are you doing this summer to make the Great Outdoors great again?
I am here to tell you it’s so simple it’s stupid, and to not do so is really stupid! With pleasant weather and the kids getting out of school, this is the time of year to invest in conservation’s future. And I am convinced the ultimate investment into a great conservation future will always be with our youth.
Us old timers remember all too well a time when every kid in North America had a Red Ryder Daisy BB gun, a Whammo slingshot, a trusty bow and arrow and a fishing pole.
I cannot imagine how I would have ever understood or achieved my outdoor dream without that hands-on pragmatic “aim small miss small” discipline of the shooting sports and excitement of my daily outdoor adventures.
Even though I was born and raised in Detroit proper, lucky, lucky me had a wildlife paradise right across Hazelton Street where the wilds of the mighty Rouge River meandered through a wildlife rich heaven.
CELEBRATE the unstoppable indefatigable most passionate firebreathing R&B&R&R on the planet with the best band anywhere! I am beyond honored in my 55th year of rockin to ULTRAROCK with the amazing worldclass animal virtuosos Greg Smith on bass & vocals and The MotorCity MadBoy Jason Hartless on drums. Like all my killer bands all these insane years, these sonic bombast BloodBrothers SoulBrothers FunkBrothers put every ounce of fire & piss & vinigar into every song, every gig, every night! ThankU real musiclovers everywhere for fanning the flames of the best songs in the world! Bring your dancin shoes America! Uncle Ted & the boys are Rockin America Again 2017 like we mean it!
by Ted Nugent
On the knotty pine wall of my Northern Michigan family hunting cabin is my favorite big game trophy of alltimes. It was my very first hard-earned Michigan big timber, public ground, National Forest, North-woods whitetail buck that I killed on a soul stirring, opening morning November 15, 1969.
Gather round the Uncle Ted hunting story campfire my Spirit BloodBrothers, for there are a gazillion thrilling stories in the Great Spirit of the Wild beyond, and this may very well be one of the best ever.
Warm and proud as a peacock in my old, traditional red and black plaid wool coat and pants, insulated Herman’s Survivor leather boots laced up tight and a Stormy Kromer cap, I could not imagine a more titillating heaven on earth than right then and there at that magic moment in time.
Pray for the poor souls that fail to understand or get all giddy and stimulated in anticipation of Opening Day of Deerseason in America. Pity them.
In the moonless pitch dark a good hour before daybreak, I hunkered down against a towering oak a mile or so due west of Shorty Jenson’s dairy farm, deep in the mythical Manistee National Forest wildgrounds and kicked the ground bare clear of leaves and forest debris for this magic day we live for.
Held lovingly across my lap was my dad’s beautiful and cherished iron sight .308 caliber pre-64 Model 70 Winchester boltgun loaded with 175grain Remington Cor-Lokt soft-points that I bought for about eight bucks for box of 20 rounds at Luke’s Corner General Store on Freesoil Road by Big Bass Lake just that week.
Twenty hunting seasons in and just one month short of my 21st birthday, I am quite sure I trembled with borderline uncontrollable excitement.
By: Ted Nugent
OK already, I admit it; I am one crazy, lucky guy! I not only admit it, I wallow in it and celebrate it every day of my life as I thank God that I was raised by two loving hardcore disciplinarian parents that demanded I mind my Ps and Qs and always be the best that I can be in everything I do.
Aim small miss small is supposed to be a quality of life guiding force in allthings worthwhile!
There’s abstract luck and then there is engineered good fortune, and I continue to have a decent dose of each in my daily life due to smart decisions, accountable prioritizations and the undying support of an amazing family and loyal friends.
No man is an island but I certainly qualify as part of one hell of a great human archipelago. We stand together, we live together, we love together and we hunt together.
Now that’s what I call super good luck!
This past weekend I took part in the 40th anniversary Dallas International Guitar Festival where I was humbled and inspired to sign autographs and shake hands and share American Dream stories with thousands and thousands of wonderful families.
I spent 9 hours doing so on Saturday and five more on Sunday, and the reason I deem this subject matter worthy of a Ted Nugent deeranddeerhunting.com NugeBlog is due to the unprecedented gift and opportunity that I am blessed with to connect with so many fellow humans at so many public events for the past fifty years.
And what does a guitar festival have to do with deer and deer hunting you might ask?
A loud and proud undeniable resonating EVERYTHING! That’s what!
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