I am guilty of obsessive tinkering. I used to be anyway. I tinkered with just about everything I got into: traditional bowhunting, pistols, rifles, fishing gear, treestands, you name it. I wanted everything I had to be the best it could be or I would get rid if it and move on to something that I thought would be better. I tinkered with my shooting style going from instinctive to hold and aim. None of that tinkering business made me hunt better or shoot better, it just made me a fool eager to part with his money. I'll relate an example of just how bad I was: I was into bass fishing really bad one year. I went and got $1K rods, $1K reels, the whole Luckycraft line of lures, big tackle boxes filled with hundreds os dollars worth of tackle. I went fishing with the olld man who brought along a 50 year old broken tip bamboo fly rod and some hand tied flies. After 3 hours fishing I was still skunked and he was pulling in bass about every other cast. No, I was not better with my gear but I didn't know it yet. I stopped shooting my bow and hunting after the 2009 season because I had no fun with it anymore. I was deep in the throes of target panic. I was up in a tree or sitting in wait for deer and missing my 4 year old daughter. But I still tinkered with my gear and my form. I didn't think I would ever like this traditional bowhunting anymore because I had no desire to pull the string or get into the woods. I got OE Berry to build me a Vixen a couple years ago. I didn't even have a dozen arrows to my name or even a quiver. But I did have 3 arrows with some whitetail single bevels on them and 6 aluminum arrows with 145 grain field points. I also had a Neet tube quiver. I got outside all winter long and practiced shooting instinctively. I shot all though the Spring and Summer also. Last season I decided to get a license and deer tag. I found some private property to hunt on and headed out. My first three hunts consisted of chasing out trespassing Amish. The following week I went out on a Monday morning to hunt the property all day. I saw mostly does and a young forkhorn buck, nothing I wanted to shoot. I decided around 1:00pm to go set up in the middle of an overgrown pasture that had a dip in it and some spruce trees growing close together. As I got about 80 yards in to the pasture, the little forkhorn came over a rise and walked towards me. He got to within 12 yards of me quartering to me and turned away giving me a quartering away shot. Before I could make up my mind the bow swung up and an arrow went through the last couple ribs and out the front shoulder. I have never felt such a rush of excitement or elation from hunting before, never until that moment. I have replayed that shot over and over in my head many times since. It took less than 2 seconds to get the shot off. I didn't even consciously pick a spot rather I visualized the path of the arrow through his body. I was done tinkering that day. One bow, a couple dozen wood arrows, a back quiver, some Tin Cloth for early season, some heavy wool for later in the season, and a Hammock seat for the hunting spot. I for one have made it my mission to keep things simple from now on.