By: Ted Nugent Rejoice another splendid morning in my favorite Michigan deerwoods, and the spirit soared on high. Acorns were falling, turkeys were yelping, squirrels were running amok and the orgy of glistening fall colors surrounding me cleansed my soul and made me very, very happy. The lap of God is one of my favorite places to rest. But no deer. I had waited a full two weeks into the season to hit this historically target rich swamp edge ridge where many a handsome critter have fallen to my arrows for more than 40 years. But alas! Right place right time will always trump clever strategizing and otherwise well laid out bowhunting ambush plans. With the last sip of hot joe from my thermos, I prepared to dismantle the SpiritWild video camera from its ladderstand perch and begin the gear gathering rituals calling it a morning. Then the welcome flutter flutter flutter wing beating sounds of descending wild turkeys stopped me cold as four big longbeards landed thirty yards to my right. OhBoy! Here we go!
By: Ted Nugent Stop the presses! Release the hounds! Houston, we have Spirit Arrow LIFTOFF! THE DAY of infamy has arrived and the American bowhunting spirit hath risen once again! Sanctuary for the mind, body, spirit and soul is upon us! Say Hallelujah and Amen brothers and sisters! Celebrate it like you mean it! A snarling, growling, singing, howling, joyous, gnashing of teeth Happy Happy October 1, 2020 my fellow mystical flight of the arrow Fred Bear BloodBrothers everywhere! Today, all is good with the world! Everything bad and ugly in life has just been obliterated and momentarily washed away by this magical, mythical, wonderful, long awaited traditional October 1st Opening Day of archery season in many American families’ lives. I know! I know! Many an arrow has already been unleashed across the land and many backstraps have been lovingly carved from hard earned trophy kills here, there and everywhere as so many hunting seasons have opened up in many states and provinces by now. But for this old guitarslamming bowhunting addicted backstrapper, and so many others like me, no other day of the year resonates quite so powerfully as October 1! The Autumnal Equinox builds steam!
By: Ted Nugent Mercy, mercy me, was I a hyper rapscallion ridgerunning MoFo back in the good old days as a young whippersnapper deerhunting fool or what? Clearly, there is no what, for the inescapable evidence tells no lies and my youthful incendiary vaportrail in the wild burns on! I mean, when I hunted partridge and timberdoodles behind my trio of equally hyper Irish Setters, Paco, Popeye and Pinecone, we covered ground like some sort of swamp bustin, timber scrambling Olympic Samurai sodbustin marshland maniacs. We’re talking, miles, and miles, and miles and miles and miles each morning when the flight birds were in, and then we would grab a quick bite, dump our hard earned gamebag full of birds, reload, oilrag down the short barreled side by side 20 gauge then head right back out to do it again. After yet many more bone fatiguing trudging miles, a quick change of clothes, a hot shower and getting the amazing hounds fed, watered and kenneled up, I would race to my favorite high ridge makeshift treestand with my trusty bow and arrow for another thrilling afternoon of deerhunting. I look back and chuckle with pure happiness and thankfulness at the incredible pace I would maintain each fall season, then I sit here in the fall of 2020 and realize those crazy fast paced days afield are pretty much done with, over and out.
By: Ted Nugent We all know that every hunt is a very special experience. We so eagerly anticipate each fall season that it is hard to put into words the excitement we actually feel coursing through our veins this wild time of year. People often ask me what my favorite alltime hunt is, and I always respond, “My next one!” Each outing provides its own unique set of dynamics and as we move on in life, we tend to cherish each and every detail of the overall adventure. As I excitedly plunge into my huntseason 2020, my long-awaited Michigan bear tag represents one of the most desirable hunt opportunities of my life. I’ve killed many bears over the years across North America, and each and every one of them is powerfully special and memorable. Bears are a fascinating animal and the wild grounds in which they inhabit accentuates every hunt for sure. But when you draw a bear tag for your own privately owned bear infested family hunting grounds in an area that had no bears at all when I first explored that region 50 some years ago, the hopes and dreams of this hunt take on a whole accelerating dynamo.
By: Ted Nugent I am a gungho deerhunter, but much more than that, I am a gungho hunter of allthings fun, sport, meat, trophy conservation! Every deerhunter that I know also hunts all sorts of smallgame and big game here, there and everywhere. “I hunt too much!” nobody ever said! As much as I absolutely love deerhunting, I do indeed crave my sacred time in the duckblind with Happy, Sadie and Coco when the fowl are flying. And with all my habitat renovation and varmint control over the years, we have some incredible pheasant and rabbit hunting on the old Nugent swamp these days. It’s been a while since I arrowed a pronghorn, elk, caribou or moose, but that’s because I so crave my time at home with my family during the fall/winter seasons and the plethora of game that abounds on our homegrounds.
By: Ted Nugent My buddy, Master Bowhunter and fulltime mystical flight of the arrow maniac Tim Wells has a killer TV show titled Relentless Pursuit, and rightly so. To my way of thinking, the American Dream of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness should indeed be relentless if one is to be truly alive to the absolute fullest degree. As a gungho lifetime guitar adventurer, my indefatigable pursuit of uncharted 6string musical outrage certainly qualifies as a fulltime relentless pursuit by any and all considerations. Even though the size, shape and dimensions of my beautifully handcrafted Gibson Byrdland guitar necks and their 6strings have what appears to be rather limited geography and topography, I assure you, nonetheless, that there are many voices, tones, grooves, grinds, rhythms, noises, growls, screams, melodies, sonic bombasts, peaks, valleys, gorges, ravines, ridges, cliffs, emotions, dreams and unexplored terrain on that little slab of fretted wood than you can imagine that have yet to be discovered. And discover them I shall! Relentlessly!
By: Ted Nugent Growing up back in Detroit in the roaring 50s, every Thursday was trash day, and me and the boys were searching for the Holy Grail of recyclable garbage. We would mount our Stump Jumper Huffy and Schwinn bikes early in the morning and race from one driveway to the next, probing everybody’s junkpile for something we could use. Sometimes we would find heavy duty cardboard and wooden cigar boxes still in darn good shape, sometimes with tools, nuts, bolts, coins, bullets and assorted interesting paraphernalia and occasionally usable stuff. The treasure of treasure was the highly desirable collection of marbles, which just so happened to be the ultimate accurate ammo for our homemade slingshots.
2021 BOHNING ARCHERY BLAZER TOUR
75 years “Making it in the U.S.A.”
In 1946 while at his family camp near Lake City, MI, a chemist by trade and bowhunter as hobby, began what has turned out to be one of Modern Archery’s greatest stories of commitment, innovation and inspiration. Rollin Bohning working with the likes of Fred Bear and Doug Easton brought solutions to what was then a young archery community. Today, on that very same piece of Northern Michigan land, stands a testament to the courage of those early archery pioneers. The Bohning Company; a strong, resilient, dedicated team of remarkable individuals.
The team at Bohning has been perfecting arrow flight for 75 years!! From our roots as the first developer of adhesives, waxes, arrow cresting and fletching devices, we evolved to making the most widely used vanes and nocks in the world. In 2020 the Griffin Vane, developed for the Olympic Archer, continued the tradition of solving performance, strength and durability issues with grass roots design, engineering and innovation.
Bohning produces the finest target archery accessories used world-wide. Target practice and competitions are vitally important to the sport. Bohning produces vanes for traditional archers, long-distance field archers and indoor spot shooters. However, it is one Bohning Vane that, since its inception has adorned more arrows, built more confidence and fulfilled more dreams than any other vane.
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By: Ted Nugent Sniff sniff! Sniff sniff sniff!! Snort snort! Grunt sniff snortwheeze! I don’t know about you, but I smell fall! And I like it! And it is about damn time I would say! I know, I know! August isn’t exactly the window to official cool fall conditions, with lots of nasty anti-hunting crazy hot and humid days still before us, August nonetheless provides a hint of dreamy autumn things to come! It was a stupid pain in the ass 102 degrees here at SpiritWild Ranch in Texas again today, and by noon I had already gone through three different sweat soaked saturated shirts just attempting a few simple easy going chores in the so called cooler morning tempts. I did get a number of texts from my deerhunting brethren across the Midwest heartland today sharing the heartwarming news that they had hit lows in the 40s and I literally got all starry eyed with dreamy cravings for those magical frosty days of October, November and beyond. Now, mind you, I am more than well aware of my own history in the swamps of Michigan where over the years we occasionally experienced some downright uncomfortable 90 degree deerhunting days even in that neck of the northern deerwoods.
By: Ted Nugent Spirit Campfire! What pray tell, might you inquire, could be this Spirit Campfire thang? I mean, afterall, campfires are simply a pile of burning wood in a makeshift circle, right? What possibly could spirit have to do with a good, old, simple, foot-warming campfire? I digress, for surely my brethren here at deeranddeerhutning.com understand perfectly well just how incredibly spiritual our hunting family campfires have always burned brightly for time immemorial forevermore. Just like our nonstop dynamo celebration of the Spirit of the Wild in our beloved outdoor lifestyle, those of us so deeply connected to the Good Earth and God’s miraculous renewable creation as actual participants have always understood perfectly well the physics of spirituality that represents the inescapable power and perfection of hands-on nature. Sure, the warming campfires of our hunting seasons do indeed draw our tribe inward, warm our hands and feet, and dry our wet camo regalia on those beautiful fall and winter cold, wet days of the annual harvest.
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By: Ted Nugent I can refer to you all as my Spirit BloodBrothers, can’t I! Well, of course I can! That you are reading these words in this deeranddeerhunting.com environment is irrefutable evidence that we are indeed Spirit BloodBrothers. The historical spiritual term BloodBrothers being the timeless aboriginal colloquialism of a deep, abiding brotherhood of the blood and spirit that bonded both a biological brotherhood and tribal/village brotherhood, we must remain united in our fight for the soul of America and our perfect hands-on conservation, outdoor hunting, fishing, stewardship lifestyle. That bonding code of being there for each other no matter what is alive and well right here and now during this insanity in the year 2020, and such a bond will play a pivotal role in the survival of our species. Especially our American freedom species. As deerhunters we know all too well the inescapable truism that tenacity and that indefatigable Man in the Arena nevergiveuptitude determines whether we dine on hard earned venison or end up buying chicken. As all the best elements of our American culture come under increasing attacks by strange, violent mobs, the American Man in the Arena better be prepared with an endless energy and dedication to not only hold our ground, but aggressively push back with all we got against the indisputable evil forces we are witnessing in Seattle, Portland, Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, Chicago, Minneapolis, Atlanta, Washington DC, Baltimore, Philadelphia, Detroit, Dallas, Houston, Austin, New York and beyond.
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By: Ted Nugent The big old swampdonkey matriarch doe was still a ways off, more than 100 yards due south of me, upwind with a strong, steady breeze at her backside. She appeared off and on as she slowly skirted in and out of the heavy cover twixt the standing cornfield and the golden marshgrass, swaying reed-hell of my magical, mystical Michigan swamplands. I was invisible, completely covered up by the huge trunk and limbs in the heavy oak leaf, dark shadowy canopy of my favorite ambush perch. The setup could not have been better as she cautiously picked her way, slow step by step towards the bean field and my killer Plot1seed.com foodplot beneath me. I’ve been bowhunting these berserk spooky whitetails for more than 65 years, so I was not surprised at all when she jerked her head up, lifted her amazing nose into the air, twisted her radar ears to and fro, stomped and snorted, then pivoted and bounded off into the woodlands like she had just run into a coiled panther.
By: Ted Nugent Oh boy oh boy! Here I go again unleashing my firefingers of freedom attacking another unsuspecting innocent keyboard to rave and roar about the important priorities in my (our) American Dream; life, liberty and pursuit of happiness! Seeing as how this is July 9th, going down in history as the wildest of times summertime 2020, clever, intelligent priorities are more important right here and now than ever before. In some instances, a matter of life and death. So welcome once again to your glowing, loving Uncle Ted Spirit Campfire of truth, logic and commonsense deeranddeerhunting.com party as the ultimate soul cleansing escape from the abject craziness running amok across the country. Such priorities can be accomplished, and must be accomplished! I decided way back in 1967 after graduating (escaping) high school that I would live on wildground where I could shoot and hunt right out my backdoor. I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but right there is proof I am smart enough!
By: Ted Nugent Oooooh! Politics! Scary stuff! Don’t wanna get too political now do we! I am told time and time again by editors, managers, agents and interviewers; Be sure we keep away from politics! With the unprecedented level of societal insanity rampaging across the country this dangerous summer 2020, I am afraid that the feeble and cowardly decision to avoid getting political has finally come roaring back to bite and brutalize America square in the hindquarters. Afterall, what exactly is politics in this sacred experiment in self-government if not responsibly engaging in the process of demanding we the people Constitutional accountability and representation by our elected employees? How dare I demand such outrage! We are now paying the price for the embarrassing self-inflicted curse of apathy standing idly by witnessing the horrific fundamental transformation of the greatest quality of life in the history of mankind.
By: Ted Nugent It was early October, 1970, and young Ted was once again up a tree, hope throttling eternal. I had already been bowhunting like a madman for nearly 20 years, following my dear old bowhunting dad, yew longbow and cedar arrows in hand, through the state and national forests of Northern Michigan each fall since I could walk. But alas, not only backstrapless, but not a single bowshot to be had at a whitetail deer in all those years. Yet here I was, back at it, gungho, bright eyed and bushytailed as eager as ever to figure out how to ambush and waylay one of these mythical beasts with a sharp stick. And finally, on this stunning fall afternoon, like an apparition from the dark forest, she came. I remember holding my breath so forcefully that I actually got a little dizzy and felt like I was about to fall off the oak limb to which I clung. Taunting me maliciously as they always d
By: Ted Nugent Dirty hands make for a stronger heart. I just made that up. Well, I didn’t really make it up per se, but a lifetime intentionally maximizing my adventures in wild places certainly has provided me a wealth of real estate under my fingernails and the resultant dirt factor in my life has clearly increased my quality of life and happiness. Hence, my stronger heart. It is an inescapable forgone conclusion. I am not claiming to be no Davy Crocket or Sitting Bull by any stretch of the imagination, but for a Detroit guitarplayer born in the firestorm of the Industrial Revolution smack dab in the middle of the Motorcity “Arsenal of Democracy” in 1948, that I have accomplished a phenomenal balance twixt the modern gonzo metropolitan electronic concrete hell rock-n-roll hand to hand combat zone juxtaposed with the timeless primal goo of the world’s swamps, forests, lakes, rivers, marshes, deserts, jungles, mountains, farmlands and tundra as an actual participant in nature, I figure my Down To Earth quota is substantial if not downright lifesaving. I perform my we the people hellraizing duties each and every day, complete my ranch chores and unleash a series of dangerous freedom celebrating guitarlicks, then I immediately head for the bow and arrow mancave arsenal and carefully and cautiously move stealthily into the Zen of aboriginal territory where the subconscious guides me from the physical world into the spiritual zone. It is then and there the that the world is all good.
By: Ted Nugent Well, well, well, what have we here, my fellow Americans in the roaring summer of 2020? Wouldn’t it just be peachy keen to continue our beautiful American Freedom Spirit Campfire here with your old Uncle Ted and discuss, debate, enjoy, ponder and celebrate the soul cleansing lifestyle of deerhunting in honor of not just the title of this deeranddeerhunting.com spectacle, but the incredibly unique quality of life that this glorious, dare I say perfect lifestyle so gallantly provides us! And that we shall! I know a very critical and heartbreaking societal upheaval is exploding all around us in these crazy and dire times, and surely as Americans we dare not turn our backs on the clear and present dangers of the violence and destruction across our beloved country, but, and I emphasize but, we must be better than the vandals, arsonists, terrorists and rioters, and now more than ever conduct ourselves as the ultimate caring, loving, peaceful, down to earth law and order families we represent, not just in the hunting communities of America, but all those many millions of families who share our traditional American family values of God, family, country, freedom, conservation and brotherly love. And to that end, I will share the balancing act I have learned and achieved over a lifetime of activism promoting and celebrating those principals, and though attacked and hated all these years for doing so, I remain resilient, determined, confident, positive and on course to stand firmly in the asset column of the United States of America. She is worth it. Last week I traveled from our home in Texas to the great Badger State of Wisconsin to take part in the very first authorized public gathering in Ringle to share the positive, patriotic battlecry of Huntthevote.org.
By: Ted Nugent I sat for three hours Friday morning but didn’t see any deer. I sat for three more hours that afternoon, but still no deer. Saturday and Sunday were repeats, as were Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday I was delighted to have a doe and her twins meander by, but decided to wait in hopes of a buck to arrive. But no go. And so it goes sometimes in the wild, wild world of deerhunting no matter how prepared, dedicated, clever, strategized or lucky we may be. I am certain that all the deerhunters on planet earth are more than well aware of the inescapable challenges of hunting and the critical role of patience when pursuing our inexhaustible quest for sacred backstraps and spirit time. But beyond the deerhunting challenges at this strange time in the summer of 2020, this human attribute may very well better equip us hunters to deal with these most trying and challenging times of our lives more than most.
By: Ted Nugent There are some indisputable foundations to the pulse of mankind, some really bad and many really good, but one of the most powerful and certainly most positive throughout history is the deep, thoughtful spirituality unique to our species. There are many predators in God’s miraculous creation, but there is only one reasoning predator. Humans are blessed with a phenomenal intellect as well as our ingrained instincts to know how to make good, decent, positive, responsible choices in life. Sure, we kill wildlife just like lions and bears and wolves and coyotes, but we actually have the capacity to think about what we are about to do and how to best accomplish it with a conscious discipline to do so in a caring, responsible fashion. When they get lucky, wild predators actually snag their prey and eat them alive, simply functioning on the irrepressible survival pulsations that guide their every effort throughout life. We, on the other hand, have the capacity of empathy, compassion and guilt, so therefore improvise and adapt our actions to reduce and hopefully eliminate discomforting afterthought.
By: Ted Nugent The numbers are in and it ain’t pretty! It’s a painful reality that I have been more than aware of and fought against for many, many years, but now we have the stats, and quite honestly, it is embarrassing. I have always been considered a radical, an extremist, a loud mouth hellraiser, and I have always proudly plead guilty as charged. Stop and think about it for a moment; some of the most important things in life are as radical as radical can be. Consider this first and only sacred American experiment in self-government. You want radical, truly there has never been anything in the history of mankind more radical than our courageous Founding Fathers tossing off the shackles of King George tyranny and blowing away his jackbooted punks when they tried to rule over us. Throughout history there had always been a dominating ruling elite of kings, emperors, tyrants and slavedrivers, controlling the pathetic non-lives of their subjects.
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