My dad didn't hunt. However, when I was 10 or 11, my grandfather passed away and my dad inherited his hunting club membership. He started going to camp for the social aspect of it and he would take me out to the woods in the morning with my granddad's old Mauser (which I now own). We didn't have a clue how to hunt, but it was fun. Eventually, by listening to experienced hunters and some reading, I got to be pretty good at hunting. My dad never took it up, though, but I'm so grateful to him for taking me.