Reminds me of being about 5 years old, sitting with my dad on the porch while he put together cedar arrows from blanks. I can especially recall the smell of burning feathers as he trimmed the fletchings up and the smell of the burning resin for the points -- the old green Bear Razorheads. The arrows were really a work of art when they were done. Also reminds me of the old recurves my dad and his buddies all shot, complete with limb socks and the old open ended bow quivers -- so that the broadheads were all exposed. Those guys all wore military surplus jackets, plain green -- I still have one -- or military surplus camo. There was no scent control camo, cover scents, sights, rangefinders, compounds, etc. Yet I remember a lot of deer hanging in camp, mostly small bucks, but the occasional bruiser, too.
Now I have a bow that shoots over 300 fps with all the bells and whistles, practically every version of camo made for western terrain, a laser rangefinder, etc. ,etc. I still don't do as well as those guys seemed to do back in the day.