My Grandparents didn't hunt, father didn't either after WW2 - he was one of the "Band of Brothers" pinned at the Battle of the Bulge for months. Dad would not say much about the war - only that he had seen enough death. After he died I learned he had several medals and had helped save many men on both sides. He spent months in recovery from wounds also.
Anyway, he would take me hunting as a kid and for that I am forever grateful. I have a 26 yr old son that loves to hunt with me yet when I stop someday I am not sure he would continue. Funny how I would have loved to have been in a traditional hunting family and cherished the hand me downs, I have done all I can to instill hunting in my son and yes he enjoys it yet does not have the true love many of us on here feel. Life can be a mystery for sure, perhaps my 2 grandsons will cherish the old mans guns someday???