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MDNR Report

Following extensive public input, the Michigan Natural Resources Commission on Wednesday approved several deer regulation changes for the 2026 and 2027 hunting seasons.
The seven-member citizen commission, appointed by the governor, acted on and amended recommendations developed by the Michigan DNR to support healthy deer populations while balancing hunter opportunity and public feedback.
Under Michigan law, the NRC has the authority to issue wildlife orders and establish hunting regulations.
Changes for the 2026 deer seasons
The NRC's approved changes include:
By Matt Summerlot, Guest Columnist
A father’s dream is to raise his son in a way that one day, the kid you were teaching becomes the best friend you get to share it all with, or at least it was for me. At some point in Hunter’s life, he stopped being just my child and became one of the guys. It didn’t happen overnight. There wasn’t a single moment when it flipped. It was built over time. From the first fish to the first harvest, and every trip between then and now.
Our first house had a small creek running along the back of the property. Being a fisherman, I was always down there trying to see if anything would bite. And no matter what, he was right there with me. He’d wake up from a nap asking to go see the “wa-wa.”
I’d be mowing the yard and look over to see him standing on the little bridge, staring down into the water.

Before long, he was dragging a kiddie pole down there on his own, trying to catch his first fish. Eventually, he did. A small creek chub on a piece of corn. And from that moment on, it was over.
For the next few years, he absolutely terrorized those creek chubs. Every chance he got, he was down there. I swear by the end of it, he had caught every one of them multiple times and probably knew them all personally.
That’s where it started. Not with a boat, not with electronics, not with tournaments: just a kid, a creek, and the freedom to figure it out.
From about the age of two, he went with me to the deer woods or the duck swamp. I would carry him in on my back, I’d lay a blanket down in the blind, and he’d sit there with his toys or on my knee, watching. We didn’t harvest a lot in those first few years, and it didn’t matter. He was there.
Fishing, though, was different.
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