To me being back in traditional archery has hit me like a disease. I find my thoughts straying into day dreams of hunts, and hours of being outside in God's creation. Even when I gun hunted the smell of whispering pines, drew me in like an intoxicating aroma. All the sounds the forest makes as it over takes your silence making you aware of things previously unseen. I have never felt closer to heaven then sitting alone in a tree stand taking in the creation all around.
It struck me today that traditional archery while considered by many as a sport, is not one at all; but rather a way of of life, or a mindset. The idea that one would not progress with time and all of technology in one way or another to get back to when man was not so distracted by devices, long work days, and shortened weekends. It takes a special frame of mind to appreciate/remember how things were not just how things are.
For me work is tiresome the days are long (but rewarding), and the haunting images I see everyday stick with me for days and sometimes even months or more. But as I draw my bow the images and shrills from work fade away and the calm surfaces like the spring air after a gentle rain. This is the first time in a while that something has been able to steal me a way from my thoughts.
Traditional archery simply put is like the road less traveled by,
As Frost puts it.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."