Vern - Tell ya what I did a couple years ago, when the whole traditional twinge hit me in other woods skills areas, especially when someone loaned me a semi-recurve at just 35# of pull. no sights or gadgets. At first, I thought "what am I doing with this kiddie bow?" But, after some more research and experience with it, I soon learned it was a blessing in disguise.
I ordered a few accessories from 3Rivers Archery, went to Gander Mountain, where I was lucky enough to find a young kid who knew how to fit arrows to a bow. I picked up a bunch of aluminum shafted arrows and it was off to practice. I didn't have many options, but since I was traveling up north fairly often at the time, there was one place I would stop into and spend anywhere from 30 to 45 mins at a time, shooting those arrows.
I had no training at all and had not ordered Aspell's book, the thing is still on my "to get" list, doggonit. The proprietor of the range was usually the only one in the building, and every once in a while he would look up and admonish my technique, based upon his own limited traditional experience (His whole set up was for compounds). When hunting season approached, I would see a compound guy there, with some of them practicing at distance with high accuracy, which only stirred my traditional spirits all the more. It was even more fun, when he would look over and see a good tight group of mine, fifteen yards distant. That was my limit, and became confident that I could make the right shot from there on in.
That fall, I had one opportunity that I won't forget. I was again on the road mixing work, travel and play. I happened upon a sunny, windy, cool day in mid-October. I got into my spot about 2:00 PM with my rig and all decked out in a ground blind I built up over the summer. After nearly two hours of enjoying the day, and with the substantial lunch I had making a me a little drowsy, I hung my bow on the tree and looked around to see where to lay my head back. Just then I heard some leaves rustling, and up came bounding toward me, just as I had dreamed, was a six pointer. He was huge in comparison to his rack, so by the next year he'd have a rack to match his considerable bulk. Anyway, he bounded right up to about seven yards, looked around like he was enjoying the day as much as me, then quartered just a tad away and put his head down, displaying the perfect entry to his right boiler room. Had no idea I was there.
I was stunned, and tried to retrieve the bow, knowing the slightest sound would alert him, and it sure enough did. He bounded away about 10 yards and then spent a minute or two looking me over, while I sat there thinking about the opportunity I just had and let slip away!
While after that, I got a hold of another semi-recurve at about 50#, and also a long bow, and returned the borrowed bow. I also got a hold of some cedar shaft arrows that a pal at my club built. For the last few years I haven't gotten in the practice, but I do intend to take it back up, practice with the new set up, find another good spot, and do some bow hunting closer to traditional, once again.
Moral of the story, with a little desire it is possible to start from scratch, learn, practice, and get the chance to take big game in traditional style.
Best of luck.