Even when I was a kid, bow hunting was different. My dad and a group of buddies would take off every Saturday morning and go hunting, all carrying their recurves and WWII type camo (which btw, is still the best there is, IMO). I don't think any of them ever did anything beyond hiding where they had found some rubs or trails. They would talk about seeing a deer for a month, if they actually did. I also do not think any of them actually thought they had a prayer of killing a deer, though they did occasionally shoot at one, but very rarely. The practicing in preparation amounted to all of them having three hay bales stacked up in their back yards, they would shoot some, but I probably shoot more in any one month than my dad has in his lifetime. It was just different, at least for them. They enjoyed hunting, even though they did not hunt as most of us do. Mel Johnson, from what I've read about him, was a little more serious than dad and his friends, but still I don't imagine he would have put in the effort we do...and maybe he did.