I'll start
I know I have gone thru numerous changes in my life and in my actions. Without doubt, I made a transition in my youth to newer is better is wonderful.
Remember, this was very early 1970's and the whole marketing of the hunt was just starting. I got to see the simple, the homemade.
There was two or three types of camo available, all army surplus. I don't recall that there were any types of treestands available on the market.
Guys would grab their bows out of their car trunk, string them up (using the step thru method, of course), toss an apple and a couple candy bars in their pockets, and go off for a walk in the woods.
Kids starting now days don't have much of a chance. They have never seen a time when some gadget to make it easier, to make you invisible and to allow you to shoot thunder out of your bow was not waiting for you to buy it.
They have never seen a time that the need to kill only the biggest bucks wasn't espoused on every single outdoor station and in every single magazine.
At a time when a 200 fps hunting bow (generally, only the new fangled compounds had a chance) was considered awesome fast, I vividly recall my buddy and I discussing "if I add this to my string, I will pick up 3 fps, and then with this I will add 5 fps", etc all based upon what the advertisement said and not based on experience. "If I add a front sight, it would be better with a 6" extension so I get a longer sight plane for aiming." yadda yadda.
I recall pacing out 10 yards, 20 yards, 30 yards in several directions from my stand and putting sticks in the ground (no rangers available yet). I recall making goofy string rigs to be able to slide a tampon on a paper clip, soaked in the hottest doe pee, about 20 yards from my stand without leaving my scent.
We kept saying it was better for the critter, that I can more cleanly hit the target. I recall trying to get the older guys at the buddies dad's farm / hunt lodge to compete against me, 100 yds, freehand, me with my bow and them with their scoped deer shotguns.
I also vividly recall extending my shots to WAY out there and dropping a few arrows maybe 6" - 10", cutting a leg, causing blood to leak, but certainly no kill. I remember very well asking myself then. . what the heck am I doing ?
For the critters. Clean quick kill. yeah right. . .
Maybe it was really about who would get the first deer, the biggest deer, the most deer. Maybe it was about getting my name and picture on the wall of the hunting shack.
Maybe I needed to improve, not my equipment, but my own head. Maybe I needed to really think about what I was doing, and why.
Since then, I have been slowly changing, in the other direction. I am getting older (dang it) and I am trying to really think about and assess all the new upgrades, and why they are "necessary" and what they will do to my time walking in the woods, rather than just believing I need it...for the critters.
It seems that every year now, I get just a little bit less into the "stuff" and more into just being out there and seeing, and being part of, and outfoxing the quarry.
Whether I actually shoot or not is much less of a concern. That right there, I believe, was a huge turning point for my thoughts.
and I am relearning that I don't really need "the stuff" and that I can use my own wits to do it.
For me, personally, and at this point in my life, I find I get more enjoyment out of doing it with less urgency, less speed, and more "smelling the roses along the way".
I guess change really is a constant.
ChuckC