You guys that use the stick and string with cedar arrows, flint heads and turkey feathers...well that's all fine and good....but until you have hunted whitetails by the ways of our Neanderthal ancestors, you haven't really hunted at all....If you really want to get to the heart of hunting....really want to face nature one on one....get yourself a rock....a big rock...the biggest that you can lift and hoist up onto a high tree branch overlooking a trail leading to water...then wait....and wait some more....wait through the rain and wind....with only your loincloth and furs to warm your body....as your calloused bare feet sting and ache from the cold and the piercing bark of thebranch you are hunched upon...then...suddenly....it happens...a deerinnocently wanders under your tree despite the stench from your filthy dirt stained skin that has never seen soap....You struggle to raise the rock over your head.....at just the right moment.....you plunge it down onto the deers skull....he falls...you jump onto his flailing body and dig yourlong, sharp,thick dirty fingernails into the hide of his neck....you rip at his flesh until hemoves no more....you taste the warmth of his blood and grunt to yourself at a job well done.....until you've hunted this way, you haven't really hunted at all......but be warned....once you do try, you may never pick up a bow again....