My dad never hunted. After he he came home from the war, he said he never wanted to ever touch a gun again! But, I started hunting with my High School friends- yanno' varmits etc.
But then after graduating High School I asked my fiancee's dad for her hand in marriage. He told me, he said, "If you want to be my son-on-law you'll be expected to hunt deer or no deal"!
He was just joking, I THINK

but yeah! It became an annual event, and we went every year for about 15 years.
We would buy old military bolt-action rifles at the Pawn shop, and order Monte Carlo stocks for them and built some fine ones. We loaded our own bullets- Processed our own deer etc.
Those, for me, were the good ole days! It wasn't just killing animules for me- it was the camping out, adventure of it all, and camaraderie with my Father-in-law and Brother-in-law and my friends for me. I have so many hunting adventure stories to tell now, I could write a book!