I have one bow (out of many) that just calls to something within my soul.
Every time I pick it up, it feels right. It belongs in my hand.
I have bows I shoot better, technically. But this particular bow seems apologetic when I miss. I feel bad for it when I miss, like I ought to be trying harder with this bow than any other.
I feel an urge to shoot when I hold it. I can smell fall leaves & see in shades of orange, red & brown when I hold it in my left hand.
It somehow seems....poised, as if it's waiting forme to take it from the rack & take it hunting. Not target shooting, hunting.
That's how I picked mine, anyway.