In my mid-20's, I got married, built a house on a golf course and started learning to play golf. My new father-in-law played every day and I tried to build a relationship with him. I put the bow down and chased that stupid white ball for a couple of years.
One day, I was in a fairway waiting to hit into the green when I heard something running toward me from behind. I turned, thinking that a big dog was about to rip me a new one, and saw four does scatter all around me. When I got back home, all I could talk about were those four deer. I came to the realization that I was more excited seeing deer than I have ever been hitting that golf ball.
So, I picked up the bow again and headed out to the woods. Granted, I used compounds at that time. I just recently returned to my roots of shooting instinctively with a recurve. I can't describe the sense of accomplishment that I get from shooting traditional equipment. It is about me putting that arrow where I want it vs. buying a new gadget to screw in somewhere on that compound. I haven't felt this way in years. I can't wait for September to get here.