Maybe for you. I grew up in the UP of Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. Yes, I’ve been deer hunting. Never got one myself. Never had any intention to. It was hanging out in the woods, to me. Hard, cold, practice, dedication? Nah, not so much. It is cold, and I suppose you have to be patient. But hard? Nope.
It can be as hard or as easy as you want to make it. Deer hang out in my back yard. Yeah, I know, you can’t normally shoot deer in your backyard, but still. C’mon, it ain’t hard.
Growing up in the UP, I was shooting at cans and bottles on the back fence at age 5 or 6. As I said, yes, I’ve been deer hunting. We used to think it was fun running from bears when we were kids. We’re talking north country.
As an adult, I was in the Army. Yeah, I’ve shot weapons. Yeah, you can teach a chimp to do it. I served with a few in basic training, I think.
Look, I’m not anti-hunting. Here in the states, I’m somewhat anti-hunter, because I know first hand the practice and dedication you speak of often involves nothing more than a gun, a pickup truck and a case of beer.
When I was in Germany I respected the Jäger there. They have to undergo real training and practically have a degree in Naturalism before you’re allowed to go out shooting stuff.
In general, if you want to go out and kill something and eat it and it’s not endangered, I got no problem with that. I’ve eaten enough venison in my life I ain’t complaining how it got on my plate.