Ted Nugent celebrates passing down the tradition of deer hunting and the outdoors to his son, Toby.
"To kill them and grill them is to love them," writes Ted Nugent of North America's foremost big game species, white-tailed deer.
It was kind of dark, another misty dusk, and it came from a tangle down below! That is the opening stanza of the 3rd verse of my magical spirit song, Fred Bear, and I cannot tell you how many times those real hunting world lyrics have unfolded for me and many...
A Day That Will Live in Infamy (for Me) December 13, 1948, was also a day that will live in infamy. Well, at least for me it will. For on that sacred, special date in the blowing cold winter blizzard of Detroit, Michigan, early in the morning just about dark thirty,...
Ted Nugent explains why December is still a great time to be a deer hunter. Actually, it's always a great time to be a hunter. YOWZA!
Never ever forget that even the most nerve wracking moments on the hunt, even in great states like Texas, are some of the best moments life has to offer.
Let us give sincere thanks that we are Americans, where we the people choose our individual life, liberty and pursuit of backstrap happiness.
Sometimes things work out as perfectly as planned for a deer hunt, as Ted Nugent discovers with an old Michigan marsh buck that didn't let him down.
My constant practice and constant scouting homework had paid off big time this time, and I celebrated my very first triple-double deer hunt in my life.
May your deerwoods stink of tarsal goo, and may the buck of your dreams make that November mistake and look the other way when you're at full draw!