Getting away means spending time on his land in Texas or in “my swamps” right here. They’ll dine tonight in the log cabin house a short walk from the dock, probably on something he shot with a bow and arrow.
The drive leading to Ted Nugent’s house is lush with trees and water, and marked with the occasional yellow sign. “Lab Xing,” one warns, showing the silhouette of a dog.
Another urges visitors to drive slowly: “Don’t hurt my critters.”
This from the “Motor City Madman,” a rocker famous for decades of thrashing guitars with “10 digits of rhythm and blues doom,” a hunter and reality show star known for killing whatever game he spots, and an outspoken conservative whose fiery talk has earned him a visit from the U.S. Secret Service.
It’s a mild summer afternoon, and he’s just back home from a show that kept him up until 3 a.m. He’s a little tired and the water by the dock is calm. Gonzo, Nugent’s hunting dog, is blissfully rolling in the dirt at his feet.
“Did you feel your soul being cleansed, just on the driveway?” Nugent demands. “Was it beautiful, or what?”
He’s not really looking for an answer. He just likes to talk about this patch of wetland, a fen he says provides for oodles of frogs, deer and the rare Mitchell’s Satyr butterfly.
“This is a piece of private ground that is thriving biodiversity,” he says. “I couldn’t be more proud.”
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