My Dad and Mom put me on the front lawn when I was 4 months old; and I didn't play with any of the toys around me- my dad figured out I was watching the ants; and other bugs.
I remember catching bees with a jar and lid; and the 'king of bees' came for revenge. My mom and dad did not believe me when I told the story of the 'king of bees'. It took a month before my mother realized the avenging angel was a ~hummingbird~.
( It told them it had a huge stinger ! )
I think though my first 'hunt' was after I saw a chipmunk fall from a tree. I told my mother about it; and she again doubted me. I was about 4.
I sat outside the house for a month or more- every day; waiting until another mishap. I was rewarded when a fox squirrel- fell to the ground with a tremendous 'PLOP'. It hit the ground and was knocked out.
I picked it up; and took it to my mother while she was in the kitchen.
I had proof; after all that waiting !
If the fire department in East Lansing Michigan has records that far back- I can prove my first hunt; as the squirrel woke up; and after a very long chase scene involving my mother and father- the fire department was called in to get the squirrel out of the chimney. :D
I got a bow when I was 4 or 5; and my neighbors feared for any straight branch on their bushes.
When the Beatles hit America - I was deadly with my slingshot. By the beginning of the 1960's' I was shooting a Ben Pearson and killing squirrels; and rabbits; and woodchucks.
Took my first deer with a bow in 1978.