In honor of the reissue of vinyl release of the 1995 Ted Nugent album, Spirit of The Wild, Ted Nugent and Sound City Records have released a limited edition SIGNED boxset with reproductions of promo memorabilia from the original release!!...
by Ted Nugent Wow! That was quite the whirlwind funride these past flamethrowing, outrageous, crazyFUN 73 years, was it not! I’m surprised I survived the G-forces! On that lovely winter day, December 13, 1948 in the MotorCity energy storm, I...
NOT ALL DEERHUNTING IS THE SAME by Ted Nugent My binoculars confirmed the distant movement as a much-anticipated whitetail deer. Upon close examination, it was identified as a fawn buttonbuck of the year. Even in the historical hard pressured deerwoods...
I LOVE YOU by Ted Nugent Love makes the world go round; So they say. And in many ways, I am sure that it does. Within our core innercircle family lives, I am sure nothing is more-true, but as hunters,...
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYDAY AMERICA By: Ted Nugent If I’m not mistaken (an extremely rare occurrence) I have written and published a Happy Thanksgiving piece every year for more than 30 years, and I’m raring to do it again, because giving...
BACK TO TEXAS By: Ted Nugent Well that was a spirit dazzling 70-day bowhunting whirlwind, was it not! My landrush race to huntseason 2021 was as exciting, if not moreso, then any huntseason in my 73 years! I do believe...
By: Ted Nugent HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDSON JACK Today is my wonderful grandson Jack’s 19th birthday, and on this very special November 5 fall day during this very special time of year, this here old grandpa celebrates his grandson’s birthday in...
By: Ted Nugent THE TIME IS NOW!! Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! The good Lord in deerhunting heaven has thrown the Gonzo DeerSwith and all venison hell is breaking loose in the American deerwoods! Scrapes, scrapes and...
By: Ted Nugent TRIPLE ARROW THREESOME! Hunches are beautiful things! Never underestimate a spontaneous, knee-jerk instinctual hunch when it comes to making a hunting decision on the fly. I had just hosted a killer weekend with my good friends and...
By: Ted Nugent EVERY ARROW We are on our way! The ritual fall games have indeed begun and the gentlemen have started their spirit engines with much aplomb! Arrows are flyin and critters are dyin, and the Great Spirit of...
By: Ted Nugent AIM SMALL MISS SMALL Breathing is good, especially if you want to execute a finely tuned, timed, properly controlled accurate arrow shot on a critter. I don’t know about you, but when on stand and a desirable...
By: Ted Nugent
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Dear Uncle Ted; the daily communications always start off from people all across America and beyond asking the old guitarjamming backstrapdaddy a plethora of questions about my gungho Spirit of the Wild hunting lifestyle and every imaginable activity associated with it.
It’s pretty darn special to have such vast communications about the things I am most passionate about!
Though I’m pretty sure we can all agree I’m no Fred Bear when it comes to masterful hunting, I nonetheless have been blessed to connect with herds of humanity due to my big mouth and extremely contagious celebration of truth, logic, commonsense and my constant lifetime passionate promotion of the powerful healing properties of hands-on nature participation.
Add to that credential the fact that I actually got my hunting education from the absolute best of the best like Fred Bear, and I certainly am qualified to pass on the wisdom and knowledge that I sponged from the masters.
Since hunting has been around since the dawn of man, the tradition and lessons and proven strategies of successful reasoning predatorship have been handed down generation after generation. Though there are many entrenched basics for venison procurement 101, hunting nonetheless will always be hunting, always extremely challenging, and even when all the time proven strategies are implemented along with all the neverending technological advancements, there are still no guarantees when it comes to right place right time critter ambushing.
By: Ted Nugent
You feel it don’t you! A burning, powerhouse throbbing deep in our souls! As summer throttles on, our spiritual radar is picking up super strong signals all around us, and as hunters in the modern world, we know exactly what to do with these signals.
The primal scream is alive and well as long as we pay attention.
As we witness the inescapable ugly results of a society inexcusably further disconnecting from the natural world around them, and the self-preservation instincts associated with it, we can rejoice our eternal participation and reverence for the natural world and its soul cleansing healing powers.
We can’t wake-up everybody in the world, but we sure can alert the people in our lives how critically important a role the natural world plays in ultimate quality of life.
The spirit of the woods is like an old, good friend. It makes us feel warm and good inside!
By: Ted Nugent
AUGUST! Say Hallelujah like you mean it! Another month down and another month closer to our glorious, long awaited, need it more than ever fall season-O-harvest!
You do realize that a whole herd of gungho dedicated hunters around the world are already hard at it, don’t you!
I’m getting photos daily from my SpiritWild backstrap buddies with big grins and hands full of big old California blacktails, Florida whitetails, hogs and gators, Alaskan and Canadian bighorn sheep, mountain goats, Texas rams and various exotics, African game of every imaginable species, and of course fish, fish and more fish as summertime 2021 throttles on towards our beloved autumn.
I’ve tried valiantly to arrow one of the many exotics we celebrate here in Texas, but amazingly have been skunked every time and time again. How can that be when exotic hunting is a fish in the barrel kind of thing!
Cuz it aint, that’s why!
By: Ted Nugent
Clearly, the jury is not still out when it comes to wildlife management 101. The inescapable proof and universal evidence of why game animals are thriving in America and elsewhere today is a direct result of the simplest of science; habitat management, its carrying capacity and the sustain yield annual valued harvest of the surplus.
Placing real world value on habitat protection, improvement, enhancement and overall management along with the monitoring of wildlife productivity is a virtual guarantee that these wonderful natural wildlife resources will thrive forevermore.
We the people in the hunting/conservation world can all rejoice and be exceedingly proud of such an accomplishment in a world that rarely does the right thing whenever government bureaucrats get involved. We’ve succeeded in spite of them so far.
These wildlife resources are truly precious and mean the world to nature lovers everywhere, which is why they remain in the asset column when bureaucrats get out of our way and let truth, logic, science and common sense guide our policies.
When I say usually, it is because it is unfortunately not always the case.
By: Ted Nugent
A tin of sardines with saltine crackers on a cold fall afternoon around a warming campfire in the Yukon.
A makeshift coniferous shelter from a cold rain on the banks of a babbling brook in Alaska.
Buddies laughing and swapping stories at the buckpole on a family farm in November.
Dragging a son’s and/or daughter’s first deer out of the woods together.
The unrivaled thrill of hearing the glorious words; “Here he is over here!!”
The delicious, overpowering aroma of thick-cut slab bacon sizzling at 3am on opening morning.
Sitting in a tree during a snowstorm.
The first hunt with dad.
The last hunt with dad.
By: Ted Nugent
Like pretty much every day of my life, I spent most of today walking and wandering in, on and about some wonderful, healthy, soul cleansing wildlife habitat wildground.
As summertime throttles onward and we dream of cool October days, I continue to seek, absorb and cherish new lessons of the wild that not only bring me much immediate gratification and powerful sense of belonging, but also a constant reminder of God’s miraculous nature creation, and most importantly, our moral, intellectual and spiritual obligation to take good care of His precious gift.
Natural resource stewards unite
Having just celebrated my 73rd renewal of another springtime, now summer shows us how perfect the four seasons are in the big scheme of life.
By: 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.
By: 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.
By: 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...
By: 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!
By: 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.
By: 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!
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!
By: 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...
By: 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.