Don’t Let the Season Get Away From You
S mell that? Feel that? Sense that? Hear that? Recognize that? Know that spirit in the air? Does it call our name loud and clear or what?
Happy Happy Ultra Happy Huntseason 2016 my SpiritWild BloodBrothers! Everything is gonna be alright now! It is our time!
What exactly is it we want out of our annual hunting season? Backstraps? Fun? Adventure? Challenge? Sport? A trophy? Escape? Quiet? That special campfire with family and friends? The healing powers of nature? Filling the memory bank? Defying political correctness? Or just flexing that pure, natural, instinctive predator muscle because we must?
All of the above? All the above for me that’s for sure.
Many, many years ago back in the roaring 1970s, after more than a dozen years of nonstop touring performing more than 300-350 concerts each year with my band The Amboy Dukes, I was getting more and more antsy every October.
We didn’t sell that many records at the time but we were making a pretty decent living performing nonstop killer concerts all across North America, which didn’t leave me much time for my beloved bowhunting.
Sneaking in a couple of days here and there during the fall wasn’t exactly filling my predator cup to overflow, and I was finding myself obsessed with getting out there for a genuine extended hunt where I could really, truly apply myself and do it right.
I do not believe it to be a coincidence that the year I decided to take a month off to hunt was the year my career exploded.
By the fall of 1975 I had backed down my concert schedule to the point where I could really apply myself to killing a deer and all the intense details to go with such a diligent pursuit, and most importantly, recharging my batteries and coordinating quality time with my growing family and friends.
The powerful boost that my mind, body, soul and spirit received from such quality time pursuing my deepest hunting passions, equal to my deepest musical passions, further cleared my already cleared head and set me on an upgraded course in life where deeply craved priorities would never again take a backseat to anything.
Amazingly, in that fall 1975, with my trusty Bear recurve, I arrowed my 1st antlered muledeer in Colorado on September 10, my 1st antlered whitetail on October 10, and killed my 1st firearm buck on the Michigan gun opener on November 15.
Right on the heels of that mind-boggling mega-accomplishment, my brand new just released 1st solo album skyrocketed to a million seller. In the next few years I would become the highest grossing touring artist in the world, selling many millions of records each year.
Eventually I would sell more than 40 million records and I am currently on the greatest tour of my life selling out shows all across America 50 wild years later with the greatest band and crew and audiences any guitar player could ever dream of.
Lord have mercy!
My point is that man does not live by bread alone, or rock alone, or backstraps alone, or any one thing alone!
As I approach my 68th birthday (are you kidding me!! And everyone should respect their elders!) I guess I qualify to some degree to pass on some meaningful advice after a long, wonderful, passion driven, ultra-aware, lessons-learned adventurous American Dream.
My hunting seasons are indeed sacred time and while cleansing my soul, must always bring FUN, SPORT, MEAT and TROPHY!
FUN is inescapable because I love it so much.
SPORT is inescapable because killing a deer with a bow and arrow is an ultimate life challenge everytime.
MEAT is the prize for gung-ho dedication, sacrifice and diligence.
TROPHY is every good arrow regardless of whether it’s a small doe or a giant buck.
I assure you that what works for an old roustabout backstrapping guitar-slayer will work for pretty much all humans who seek health, balance, adventure, fulfillment and happiness.
So whip out your intellectual crystal ball my Spirit BloodBrothers, and be sure you take charge of your dreams. Our beloved huntseason is coming on strong. We should come on strong too! Prioritize like you mean it!
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