Same story as many others. Started as a kid with simple bows. The bow,the string, and arrows. Any arrows I could get. Look at the target, whatever the target was, draw back and hit it. Pure fun.
As I got older, everyone had a compound. Everyone said I needed one. And along came sights, release aids, and every new arrow rest that came down the line. Soon, I was practicing with my bow because I HAD to. It`s what bowhunters did. I wasn`t shooting because it was fun. One day in October 1989, I drew my high tech compound, and killed a spike buck. Then I realized my hands were not shaking, and my heartbeat was not at redline. I felt sick instead of elated.
Now I shoot because it`s fun, and just the sound of an approaching deer is all it takes to get me shaking.