In 1962 when I started in archery it wasn’t called traditional, it was just archery. For me it was steeped in lore and tradition, a spiritual experience. Mastering the art of archery was a challenge, only a few bothered. Everyone from that time seems to have been taught out of the same book; today we call it “old school”. Getting my first deer with a bow was like the rites of passage to becoming a bowhunter. All archers were as one; a brotherhood.
In the 60s’ and early 70s’ I shot a Bear Kodiak with wooden arrows. Knowing how to float index the shafts, referencing the error for correction when shooting, waterproofing the arrows were all just part of being an “old school” archer.
All that mattered is how well the arrows flew out of the bow and hit the target. We used basic guidelines that have worked for the last 10,000 years. Nobody talked gpp, nobody even weighed their arrows. Penetration was never an issue, get everything right and it just happened.
We didn’t sit in trees, we didn’t bait deer. We didn’t need to strap a camera to a tree; we could look at the ground and see the tracks. Hunting was for food not trophies. We took pride in our skills and ethics.
I embrace new stuff just fine. I think aluminum arrows are the greatest thing to come along since Baskin Robbins; you will also find a Flipper II rest with a plunger on my bow.
I still shoot the bow I bought in 1982, a #80 Martin TD, with the Warthog riser, shooting XX75 Autumn Orange arrows that I bought back then. I’m down to the last 14, but they still shoot just as well as they did in 1982. “Old School” seems to still work just fine today.
I miss that brotherhood.