Long about '93, I happened across an issue of Traditional Bowhunter magazine in a local grocery store. Prior to that, I knew nothing of recurves or longbows, instinctive shooting, or any other thing that had to do with traditional archery, even though I'd been bowhunting for about seven years.
There wasn't talk of sights, or carbons, or metal risers or any of this stuff that's new but isn't really new because it existed before. There was talk of simplicity, challenge, dedication, self-reliance and so on. A genuine love of something bigger than what you held in your hand. That is what drew me to this sport. Something more than I already had.
I can tell you this, if the stories in Traditional Bowhunter magazine read, "I estimated 20 yds and leveled my 20 yd pin" instead of, "concentrate and pick a spot" I would not have seen the difference and would not have even had the slightest curiousity. Why would I?
That's not how it read though, and I saw there was something else out there worth pursuing. For me, it wasn't the promise of better scores, or better accuracy, or more game kills. It was the promise of "Traditional Archery". If you've done any reading about it at all, I don't need to explain it.
"Traditional Archery" is not a way of life for me, although I'm guilty of making that statement before. It's a way out of my way of life. It takes me away from what is, to a place similar to what was, but can never be again. That to me is something special, and something worth being loyal to.
The truth is, I'm not going to treat you different if you show up to hunt with sights strapped to your longbow. It's your choice. But I might give you a look and in the back of my head, I'll be thinking you're missing something.