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Well, I Don’t Want Pants To Fall Down

Well, I Don't Want Pants To Fall Down

“The first pair sent to me by a viewer from Montana… full camo!” I recall a few times while doing meet and greets down in the United States when people would tell me that I remind them of Red Green. I guess… well, maybe a little bit. We’re both from Canada, we’re both half nuts and we both wear suspenders. I still find it somewhat amusing when people ask me why I wear suspenders. And, I do, pretty much all [Read More]

Hey, What About Your Legs?

Hey, What About Your Legs

“Take care of your legs… you only have two of them!” I often see people running their chainsaws… whether in their yard, removing a downed tree or in the bush cutting some firewood. And, I am often surprised to see how little safety is gear used, sometimes not even a pair of safety glasses. Let’s go back to about 1972, or so. I was just 10 years old then and my Grampa had me using the old McCullough chainsaw, the [Read More]

Waders or Rubber Boots

Waders or Rubber Boots

I still can’t believe that when I was kid, I used to get into a canoe or small boat wearing a pair of hip boots or chest waders and no floatation vest! Then I’d paddle off into the swamp, shotgun in hand, to look for ducks or to get to my duck blind. If I ever ended up in the water, how in the hell would I ever swim with my boots full of water? I’d sink fast! When my [Read More]

Kick Those Goddam Ticks in the Ass!

Kick Those Goddam Ticks in the Ass

I had never even heard of ticks until about 20 years ago. The first time I actually saw one, was back in about 1999, when I pulled a few off one of my dogs. But, the first time I had one of those little bastards stuck in me, would have been around 2005 or so. I was taking a shower one day and I thought, “What the hell? I had three stuck in me, so I grabbed a pair of [Read More]

Ask RD

Ask RD

Attention all rugged dudes and rugged dudettes… if you have a question for The Rugged Dude, here’s your chance! You may have a question about cooking, fishing, hunting, or just a question about bein’ rugged. RD will answer your question and we’ll post it up here on the site. Anything goes… even if you think he’s just a damn idiot and you want to tell him. He’s rugged, so he can take it! Let ‘er rip! Recent Questions: Q – [Read More]

Rugged or Unrugged

Rugged or Unrugged

People sometimes ask me what my idea of “rugged” is all about.  Well, that’s easy… to me, rugged means anything to do with huntin’ (rugged for ‘hunting’), fishin’ (same), chest waders, power tools, muddy trucks, camo, (but not that stupid pink and black crap that chicks wear at the mall), archery gear, a good campfire, torn jeans, chainsaws, duck blinds, Labrador retrievers and dirty coveralls… Or, simply put, my definition of “rugged” is the polar opposite of stupid crap like ballet, “spiffy” shoes, fine dining, wearing a [Read More]

You Know You’re a BIG TIME Celebrity When…

You Know You’re a BIG TIME Celebrity When

“One Rugged Youngster!“ When I started doing TV back in the early 2000s, I had no idea what to expect. It was quite the eye opener… a real candid view of the way people see “celebrities.” Personally, I think the whole thing is really weird. And, funny as hell sometimes too! One of the very first “holy shit” situations happened in the Edmonton airport back in 2002. Myself and my camera “crew” (which was a total of… one guy) and [Read More]

My Big Rack


“Plenty of power, free of charge. Sort of…” As per usual, the Rugged Dude (that would be me, ya cement head) starts an article with a weird, if not somewhat, dumb title. A “big rack” could be taken as a nice big-ass buck with a set of antlers pushing the 150 mark. Or, a “big rack” could be provoke visions of a smokin’ hot chick with a very large set of… wait for it… titties. That’s right, I said titties. [Read More]



“RD with his “lucky” buck.” Sitting fifteen feet above the frozen ground with a stiff, November breeze smacking you in the face can make a guy appreciate things like hot coffee, long underwear and woodstoves.  It can also make a guy appreciate whitetail deer hunting. As I very slowly moved my head from side to side I noticed a quick movement to my far right.  My heart rate accelerated and I suddenly forgot how cold I was.  But, within two [Read More]

Eighteen Feet


“Dead deer – Rugged! Earings on a dude… unrugged! (Sorry, Chris, I couldn’t stop myself!!)” Eighteen feet is around the average height of one of my tree stands.  It’s likely the typical height that most tree stand hunters hang their stands at too, especially, the whitetail deer guys.  I’ve been hunting out of trees for about thirty years now and to my amazement many of my rugged hunting buddies still have not discovered the advantages of hunting from up in [Read More]