"My bows are archaic, they say, a thing from the past.  And I thank them very much.  When pressed, I tell them it's a challenge, that anyone can kill game with a space bow.  But there is more to it even than that, I sense, something more difficult to explain to a non-believer.  Wooden bows seem to pluck at a primal chord within some men [and women, I imagine], much as rabbits trigger an inborn instinct within beagles, an ancient, innate sense which cannot be taught but may simply be honed if it exists.  Many modern hunters, with both rifle and compound bow, seem to have been born without it, and would hunt with a cobra gunship if only it was legal.

     It seems the men who are drawn to hand-made bows feel compelled to fit into a natural rhythm, instead of trying to overpower or circumvent it with gadgets and technology, [which] lets them step further into the reality that is wilderness and wildness, and for a time, at least, freedom.  Such men have become predators in the truest and best sense, instead of simply killers..."

 

-- Jim Hamm, Master Bowyer (The Traditional Bowyer's Bible, vol. 1)