This time of year, I spend sharpening my archery skills, daily shooting compound, long-bow, and cross-bow. My backyard range is covered with stops and targets and I even keep fresh batterries in the metal detector for the few flyers that burrow past the fletching. I shoot from ground level and stand. I shoot instinctively with much more accuracy than with sights but I still use sights on the compound because that's the way you are supposed to. I have more confidence in my longbow than in these modern things and would love an osage warbow complete with wooden broadheads with real feathers. A friend dropped by to watch me practice and commented about how seriously I take my bow hunting and I told him that I don't hunt. I used to hunt alot. I haven't drawn a bow at an animal in 25 years. He asked if I was planning to take it back up? Nope. I don't have much time for hunting. He asked me why I was practicing? Maybe I'm a little eccentric; I buy a license every year, practice with my bows, fix some good meals with the remaining venison that my brothers sent me last year, and can do all this wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and sandals. He said that doesn't make sense. I pointed out that every year around this time he buys a new NFL cuzzy, puts fresh batteries in the remote, stocks up on beer and chips, all in anticipation of football season but unless I miss my guess, has no intention of putting on a helmet and actually playing.