Thank You My Spirit BloodBrothers

April 15, 2021 | « back

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!

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!

Unfortunately, thanks to soulless corrupt politicians running amok, my eagerly anticipated concert tours were both canceled in 2020 and now again in 2021, thereby leaving me, my band, crew and thousands of otherwise employed Americans across the land without our jobs, and real musiclovers mourning the missing link.

Thanks for nothing scam artists.

The official rocking tour may be postponed again, but us hopelessly addicted musical adventurers continue to improvise, adapt and overcome, and therefore we gather every Thursday evening at the Tucker Hall in Waco Texas to unleash our musical beasts with much fire and aplomb.

Nobody can deter the passions of real musiclovers anywhere, anytime, anyhow!

And the same goes for the irrepressible primal predator urge to hunt. Believe me when I tell you the hunt throttles on!

It is at this time I wish to humbly take a bended knee and genuflect at the altar of the immeasurable goodwill and positive spirit from my fellow hunting families around the world, and with much deep emotion, express my very sincere thanks to everyone who reaches out to me with extremely generous and very tempting invitations to join you all on so many wonderful hunts and spirit campfires across the land.

Like the eternal sea of smiling faces at every one of my musical celebrations, the glowing positive energy I receive from my fellow hunters is equally dynamic and intensely gratifying and much appreciated.

It wasn’t that long ago that my hunting seasons consisted of some serious traveling and campfire sharing here, there and everywhere.

From the Sudan, Botswana, Zimbabwe, South Africa, Alaska, all across Canada, Scotland, and all fifty states in the US, my hunting memories with great families are truly a gift beyond words.

Whitetails, muledeer, pronghorn, bears, elk, moose, caribou, muskox, bison, cougar, hogs, javelina, sheep, goats, axis, fallow, sika, Pere David, Red Stag, Aoudad, Corsican, Ibex, mouflan, Red Sheep, blackbuck, alligator, turkey, ducks, geese, cranes, doves, pheasants, pigeon, quail, squirrel, rabbits, woodcock, grouse, snipe, turtles, snakes, coons, possums, skunks, mink, beaver, muskrats, badger, prairie dogs, gophers, woodchucks, river rats, nutria, crows, fox, coyote, bobcat, lion, elephant, rhino, Cape buffalo, kudu, eland, oryx, gemsbok, nyala, warthog, impala, waterbuck, hartebeest, tiang, Tsessebe, Roan, Grant’s gazelle, kob, zebra, bushbuck, sable, lechwe, dikdik, duiker, springbok, reedbuck, steenbok, bontebok, blesbok, wildebeest.

Oh my!

To this day, not a day goes by that I don’t receive an incredibly kind invitation to hunt some magnificent game somewhere with the greatest people on earth. And I thank you all from the bottom of my American rock-n-roll bowhunting heart and soul.

But alas, truth be told, my dream of dreams is to stay home, keep after my homeground small game and big game on my home turf, close to my beloved family, dogs and fascinating sacred hunting grounds in Michigan and Texas.

It has come to be that I am for all practical purposes, allergic to travel!

And I like it!

Between my traplines, fishing, squirrels, doves, rabbits, varmints, turkey, waterfowl, exotics and deer hunting, I remain mesmerized at the prospect of exploring new homeground, working the land, strategizing and ambushing new setups, and enhancing various habitat projects with my own two hands on my own land.

Nobody could possibly understand how much I appreciate the love and spirit that all these invitations represent to this old American offspring of Chuck Berry and Fred Bear. I often shake my head in disbelief that so many amazing people even think of me much less offer me such amazing hunting opportunities in their lives.

Thank you all very much, but once again, I am beyond giddy with anticipation and excitement for what I will guarantee will be my greatest hunting season ever as I wake up every day with my beautiful wife and dogs in my own bed, and head out into my own wildlife paradise to flex my hunting muscles and spirit!

No airports, not packed bags, no running around, no leaving home! Lord have mercy! I love it!

Here’s hoping you are all well and good in these trying times. Here’s hoping you carve out a quality American family spring and summer. Here’s hoping you all have the greatest hunts and adventures of your lives coming up.

I will continue to see you on social media and of course too, many of you at the numerous Nugent campfires that we book each year on our home turf.

Thank you, thank you, thank you all!