As a kid it started out with a wooden longbow.
Grab an arrow, any arrow, look at what you wanted to hit and hit it. Shots were always close, as they are meant to be. It was simple, natural, and most of all FUN.
Everyone said I needed a compound. Then there were sights, arrow rests, releases, peeps, kissers, overdraws, cam timing, stabilizers.
I was still shooting alot because I was a bowhunter. Bowhunters MUST practice. I was shooting because I had to, not because I wanted to.
In October of 1990, I was guarding some acorns in a favorite spot. A decent buck came early to eat.
He was a ways out. I drew, put my sight a couple inches over his back and ended up dropping him in his tracks. (I`m ashamed to say how far the shot was.) Worse yet,my hands weren`t shaking. It was mechanical. It made me feel horrible.
I knew how traditional archery made me feel and I knew what to do. By late bow season of that year I was confident enough with an old Bear Grizzly that was my older brothers, to give it a go.
One COLD day just before Christmas, I had three does come crunching through the snow on the runway
I was watching. I blew the shot, by not picking a spot and shot two feet over the leaders back.
I was weak in the knees and shaking the way only fridgid temps and "buck fever" can make you shake.
I can still see those orange feathers spinning over her back.
I have never looked back. Simple, natural, and most of all FUN!