There is some wisdom there. I had the incredible good fortune of stumbling on a bowhunting mentor (I actually met him through a friend-of-a-friend) when it turned out we both hunted, not just hunted - bow hunted, not just bow hunted - but with a recurve! Well, I was trying, anyhow.
We became very good friends and I miss him more than I can say. He was killed on a 1964 MotoGuzzi he'd just rebuilt (at age 60 back in 2003).
He's still with me every hunt.
I hope he's got a stand spot lined up for me at Fiddler's Green.