I resisted reading this thread for quite a while, but I figured there were others who have traveled a similar path as mine. May not be worth reading, if you can't see between the lines. I suspect most of you can, though.
First "real" bow (don't get your nose out of joint - I mean something other than a sassafras sprout and a length of yarn) was a Bear Whitetail Hunter, bought with lawn-mowing money when I was a kid. Quickly figured out I wasn't an archer, and lost it to a garage sale. "Inherited" a Browning wood-riser compound as a young man and again figured out I wasn't an archer...
Bought a Shawnee Traditions longbow in my early 20's and struggled with it for a year or two. Traded it off for a White River recurve, and struggled with it for a year or two. I sensed there was an archer in me, but I had no guidance, no consistency, and no confidence...
Traded the recurve for a super-duper-deluxe High Country compound, and you guessed it... in less than a year, I figured out I wasn't an archer. I could hit my mark, but why wasn't it any fun?
After a decade and a half away from bows or contraptions of any kind, I bought a new recurve, and found some good information on the web. I found Trag Gang, and found out what "form" was. I've lurked here and a couple other sites for a lot longer than I've been posting, and thanks mostly to Terry and a few others on this site, I found that old, elusive, "archer" in my soul.
I enjoy bowhunting, but I finally matured enough to figure out that the experience was less important than the outcome. I'm not enough of a poet to describe the joy and satisfaction of a well placed shot with a simple bow. Others have done that. I'll just say that watching an arrow fly to its mark, delivered with simple, quiet, and beautiful bows, can make any man an archer!