"Hey, did you hear about that guy up the road? He's got some kind of mechanical release." "What the heck is that all about - do you really think that would work better than your fingers?? Nah."

or

"I think next year, I'm gonna get one of those PEEP SIGHTS put on here." "There were a couple of guys at the archery shop that had 'em, and I think it might be the ticket."

or

"TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS for a BOW?! Are you CRAZY?!!!"

Remember making that yearly trek to the local barn and buying two fresh haybales for a bow target? There was no McKenzie. No Block. No bag. Just hay and miner's belt.

"You mean to tell me that they sell a treestand that climbs the tree?? Rrrrright. Is it like motorized or something?"

I remember hunting all season before/after school to maybe see one buck all year, and getting one, even if it was a unicorn fawn spike, made you feel like you were the next Chuck Adams.

Big D-Cell plastic flashlights that were so stinkin' dim you were lucky to find your treestand.

I actually think I liked it better then - no pressure, no competition with other hunters, no other cars at the parking lot. More peaceful.