Ok folks, here is my latest entry into the Getting-a-life journal. October 1st, 2007 - Ahhh yes, opening day of bow season ! Cool, crisp mornings...the leaves are changing colors...and that all too familiar sound of an arrow slicing through the air towards it's intended prey Almost brings a tear to my eye Do you think Norman Rockwell might contact me about putting a picture of a deer being downed by an arrow on one of his commemorative plates?
For anyone out there searching for that testosterone rush, this is one sure way to achieve it. Hell, every hickory, maple and oak tree on my property is quivering in fear. A little lube and there is not a knot hole around that is safe (I know, I know, I'm a sick, sick boy!!!) It's a sad state of affairs when I have to explain to the DNR why the bark has been humped off of all my trees
Anyways, here is a little acoustic rendition of Fred Bear by none other than Ted Nugent......
There I was, back in the wild again And I felt right at home where I belong I had that feelin' comin' over me again Just like it happened so many times before
The spirit of the woods is like an old good friend It makes me feel warm and good inside I knew his name and it was good to see him again 'Cuz in the wind he's still alive
Oh, Fred Bear, walk with me down the trails again Take me back, back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side, my friend And I'll join you in the big hunt before too long Before too long
It was kinda dark, another misty dusk And it came from a tangle down below I tried to remember everything he taught me so well I had to decide which way to go
Was I alone or in a hunter's dream? 'Cuz the moment of truth was here and now I felt his touch, I felt his guiding hand The buck was mine, forevermore
Because of Fred Bear I'll walk down these trails again Take me back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side my friend And I'll join you in the big hunt before too long
(Another mind blowing, nerve tingling guitar riff by the Motor City Madman)
We're not alone when we're in the great outdoors We got his spirit, we've got his soul He will guide our steps, he'll guide our arrows home The restless spirit forever roams
Fred Bear, walk with me down the trails again Take me back, back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side, my friend And I'll join you on the big hunt before too long
Oh, Fred Bear, walk with me down the trails again Take me back, back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side, my friend And I'll join you in the big hunt before too long
In the wind he's still alive In the wind he's still alive In the wind he's still alive In the wind he's still alive In the wind, I hear, I hear Fred Bear
Ted - "I hear ya Fred, talk to me, yea ,it's all right. Lets go hunting baby. Say Fred, you go up on that ridge and I'll go down in the swamp. We'll get that buck"
Fred - "If some of our teenage thrill seekers really want to go out and get a thrill. Let them go up into the north west and let them tangle with a Grizzly bear or Polar bear or brown bear and get that effect that will cleanse the soul"
Almost brings a tear to my eye 
Do you think Norman Rockwell might contact me about putting a picture of a deer being downed by an arrow on one of his commemorative plates?
(I know, I know, I'm a sick, sick boy!!!) It's a sad state of affairs when I have to explain to the DNR why the bark has been humped off of all my trees 
