I will turn 60 this year. I was raised in a large city. I moved to 18 acres when I was 48, and until then, had never shot a rifle. No one else in my family ever hunted or engaged in any outdoor activities. I shot the grand total of one deer. Had to learn everything on my own, made a gut shot, neighbor helped track it and finish it off. Bought a cross-bow but never got over the slow death thing. When I was 50, we bought a 466 acre farm in a neighboring state. I have put in food plots and tree stands, but have never hunted it. Killed one groundhog by my pole barn. DNR out there told me I should NEVER be afield without a gun. Part of my property is wetland and burrowing rodents can destroy the water retaining berms. I look at hunting as a big job/responsibility. Like most things in life, when you don't HAVE to do it, it's fun. When you have to do, it's a job, and you don't like it. I will kill, but only varmints, and only when they are in my space or damaging my property.
Deer hunting especially is a dying sport. The odds against it are overwhelming. The farmers want the deer dead due to crop loss. The insurance industry wants deer dead (hence the focus on CWD) to reduce payouts for deer/vehicle collisions. The anti-gunners and our government don't want us to have guns at all, and our children have been programmed to believe that their food comes from the grocery store and Mickey D's.
The situation we are all in is not uncommon. I have a friend who has killed hundreds of deer mostly with a recurve and fingers. He was also a very prolific trapper. Several years back, he and his SO had two deer they raised in their HOUSE. Even had a raccoon in their house. He is about 53 YO. Last I talked to him he was PO'd that a friend poorly arrowed a deer. He helped track it and finished it off with a knife. He said he does not believe he has another deer in him.
Apparently what we are going through is not uncommon, and is a natural point in the bell curve of life.