For me, bowhunting is, if I can't do it with a bow then I don't care to do it!
It's that tranquil rush while sitting in solitude, catching movement in a distance, and instead of a squirrel, a chipmunk, a rabbit--yes it's the deer, bear or moose, caribou, you've been waiting on. Thinking that you've got their roads covered, they cautiously approach, stop, look, scent to wind and a few steps ahead, does the same thing all over again. It then becomes, what happens next. Your bow is now in hand, your release now locked, you're standing fixed against the tree, where ever you are, twitching your eyes and following their path. Oops, the animal stops again, doesn't move an inch for what seems like hours, obviously no comfortable and then changes course, now travelling in the opposite direction away from your stand. Another star for the animal another x for the bow---and yes that's what I love. He walks to live another day and I smile with myself and accept he has won this round!!!
Tomorrow brings a new day, tomorrow I'll take my bow and start all over again!!!