Had my reasons. Growing up, walked our land and the land of our neighbors hunting rabbits, quail, pheasant, squirrel, etc. All for food. Would take it home and dress it. We needed the food. Fished neighbors farm ponds. Would take whatever fish I caught to their homes since we did not like fish. It was all just part of growing up neighbors.The 2nd to last sentence made me sad
By the time I headed off to college, "hunters" from Wichita and Kansas City were on our roads opening day of most bird seasons. Mailboxes shot full of holes. Farm implements had tires shot out. Livestock shot. We has one of our dogs shot from the road while she was in our front yard. Totally ruined hunting for me. We did not need the meat any longer and I developed a bad attitude towards the sport. Kansas had just started a deer season in the early 70's. I got a tag and killed one nice buck. Butchered it. Ate it. Never went after another because I had satisfied that want. Continued doing some coyote hunting, simply to assist in control of numbers. Mostly went to target shooting along with quite a bit of trap/skeet.
Began working on the road when the girls were young. Left on Monday morning, returned on Friday night and told the wife I was going hunting for the weekend... she probably would have told me to "hunt" for another place to live! I wanted to spend weekend with the family. Also began working two weekend shifts as a dispatcher for our local police/fire. Just never had time to hunt or reload or shoot. Firearms sat idle season after season. Just lost their appeal.
Back then, I could quote mussel velocity for most any centerfire you named. Memorized Hornady, Sierra, etc. reloading handbooks. Everything went untouched and just seemed a waste to have sitting around. Began selling off piece by piece. Sorta like golf clubs. Made money on some and lost money on others.
I've never missed it. One of the son-in-laws has a safe full of shotguns and rifles. I've never had the urge to even ask him to fire on.
Golf has been good to/for me. It has worked with the love of my life and I. I play golf. She doesn't! When on the road, we always had the first tee time on weekends. Would be on the course shortly after 6 a.m. Home by 9. Wife likes to sleep in. She would just be ready to face the day by the time I got home. Had the rest of the day with family.
I do not resent anyone who owns and loves their firearms, hunting, fishing, etc. For some, it is a fantastic means of father/son, father/daughter companionship. Hunting can teach so much in the way of safety, food procurement, honesty, etc. I won't go into the political side, here, for the ban hammer is cocked and loaded! :>)
Sorry about the long "limp-type" story.