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Variety is the Spice of My Life (photos)

When I started bowhunting with my dad, way, way back in the 1950s, we were fumbling around pretty good in this fascinating rebirth of close-range stick and string predatorship. Why, with the ballistic advancements of Roy […]

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Beauty and the Beasts

That stunning last light of the day, when the beautiful ball of golden fire barely dips beneath the western horizon, its final glow burning that magic shine on the world, is not only some of God’s […]

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A Tomahawk Chop to Political Correctness

Every so often some numbskull beats the politically correct war drum protesting the names of sports teams. The terminally disconnected claim the names of the some teams and their mascots are insensitive, even offensive to Native Americans.  Classic names […]

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A Simple Reminder Made the Best Season Ever

Kid Rock called and asked if I would teach him to bowhunt. He said Jerry Lee Lewis had taught him how to rock the piano, so he would accept only the masters to light his way. […]

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Survive vs. Perish

In the past few weeks, the Nugent family hosted film crews from China, Russia, the Australian 60 Minutes TV show, and of course NRA News and others at our beautiful home SpiritWild Ranch in Texas. In […]

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Aim Smaller, Miss Smaller–Trap!

According to my exacting calculations, I hunted 269 days in 2012. Okay; I’m slipping. But my excuse is so beautiful it defies reason, as I raged through 79 ferocious celebrations of pure animal sonic bombast with […]

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Conservation Science, But Not Rocket Science

Tribe Nuge pulled into the little clearing on the banks of the mighty Titabawasee River in the spectacular wilds of Northern Michigan. Our 1958 Ford stationwagon was loaded down with all the basic camping gear and […]

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Slickheads are Trophies, Too

I think this was my 205th day of bowhunting for the season, that long, eternal, endless Texas season of bowhunting beyond our wildest dreams, and though I was feeling the pangs of certain hard earned fatigue, […]

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The Eyes Have It

The giant American bison was 75 yards across the slope of the stunning South Dakota hillside. My Lakota guide had directed me to make the final stalk on my own, and the Great Spirit of the […]

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