Your story mirrors mine, EXCEPT for the fact that I actually STARTED out hunting with an old dual shelf Bear bow.
A couple years after my bowhunting career started, I was old enough to hunt with a firearm. (12 for archery, 14 for firearm...back then)
By the age of 18, I was an accomplished whitetail hunter. I bowhunted alone for the most part with the latest and greatest equipment, and gun hunted with family.
The use of gadgets by everyone I knew, and the pressure to fill tags had me using every new product I could find...but SOMETHING was missing.
Just like you, Fred Bear was always an inspiration for me, so the "traditional" feeling was never far away.
One summer, after carp shooting with my brothers` old Bear Grizzly, instead of putting it away, I got some some Cedars matched for that little bow and proceeded to carry on with it, until missing a huge, late season doe with it. I can STILL see those big, fat, feathers spinning perfectly as the arrow passed inches over her back.(PICK A SPOT :D )
For the first few years "everybody" kind of made a joke of my equipment, but when they realized I punched nearly as many tags as they did, the jokes stopped.
For me, it`s the "fire" you mentioned, and the fact that I can look at MY nock and smile, just as you did. "It" is a warm, relaxing feeling...kinda like sitting around a campfire.