Some of us in this glorious world of deerhunting are just plain lucky, especially those of us so doggone fortunate to have been born into a hunting family from the very beginning of our American outdoors Dream.
It was December 13, 1948 when I arrived in Detroit, Michigan. My dad, Warren Henry Nugent was, thank the good Lord, already an ardent follower of Fred Bear and well on his way to celebrating the mystical flight of the arrow and the soul cleansing annual October escape into the Spirit of the Wild Michigan deerwoods.
By Ted Nugent
I look to the heavens and thank God on a daily basis…