I guess it depends on the person.
I was given my first BB gun when I was 5. Without
instruction or any examples, I proceeded to thin out the starling population in the old barn behind our house. As I grew older the animals got bigger. My father did not hunt, my mother did fish, my grandfathers hunted but I never got to go with them. Learning how to hunt was solely up to me.
To me, the thought of someday taking a deer would keep me up at night when I was a young teenager. I'd see them in fields, hear hunting stories at the local restaurant, on tv, or see them hanging from the buckpole at the local hunting shop in town which was also the local hardware store. I had always been fascinated by them.
The first time I actually got a shot at one wasn't until I was 21. It seemed almost automatic when the time came. I had an old Point Blank compound and 3 arrows. The deer was a 60# yearling feeding off from a soybean field. A friend of mine put me in a stand that he knew deer would pass by. The first shot I missed low, the deer ran off, and I couldn't beleive how much I was shaking. The same deer came back, I drew my bow and shot high! I had one arrow left. The deer being so young didn't know what to do but stand there. I remember praying, which was strange for me at the time cause I wasn't saved yet. I drew back, anchored, and sent that arrow so perfectly into the heart of that deer. It was nearly in slow motion, I remember the flight of that arrow so vividly. The deer bolted and I sat down and my whole body was buzzing with excess adrenaline. I sat there and waited until I stopped shaking. I got down, walked over to the spot, and saw a giant path of blood. My first blood trail was a easy one! I quickly found my first deer, which I could have fit in a suitcase,LOL! It didn't matter to me though at that point. The overwhelming feeling of finally accomplishing what I had dreamed about for so long came true. I was hooked, a full on bowhunting junkie! Ten years have passed since then and I thank God for that very moment.