Its where I started with archery and where I am now ending up. First bow was a Browning recurve I inherited from my grandpa! I've sat in trees with wheels (like many of us) and sat in a tree with stick and string. I've stalked whitetails with metal and wheels and stalked them with a recurve/longbow... and every time I go out with wood and string, I feel like I am hunting, one with nature, in tune with the woods, instinctual: a wolf. The wheels tend to make me feel more like an assassin. Laden with technology, concerned with distances, fatigued by weight, and the tink of metal against the forest. I am focused on the kill (destination) not the hunt itself (journey). The wheels are a kind of crutch that make me feel 'safe'... I don't even know why that is? Its all my hunting buddies telling me how great a compound is, how accurate, how I will wound deer with trad equipment... the mindset is ALL wrong... Shooting a compound for target practice is fun, but I am done hunting with wheels. I embrace the wolf.