I knew I was a hunter when I was a little kid, my father and uncle brought us on antelope and deer hunts in Wyoming until we were 14 and finally legal to shoot one ourselves.
I read every hunting magazine I could get my hands on front to back, I went through the library a 1000 times over reading every hunting story I could find in every book. I probably checked out the same 20-30 books over a hundred times from age 8 to age 18.
So the old man knew I was serious. I tis about 40 years later and our conversations rarely ever venture outside that window.
I have hunted globally partially on my own dime, and partially thanks to a 20 year military career and a 10 year civil servant career all over the world.
But it wasn't always that way, being young and poor and enlisted I just dreamed of hunting. Getting married and then divorced and then 10 years later married again (worst financial decision of my life). Somewhere in the midst of that I managed to hunt Africa, Europe, Australia and do quite a bit of hunting in the United States.
My nephew has never been interested in hunting, his father was once a big hunter but doesn't really hunt anymore. Though he still likes to shoot.
I have friends that have kids that hunted as children (even taking bighorn sheep, persian ibex and other really amazing trophies) only to not have much of an interest as an adult.
An early Navy friend gave me a skull of a 165 whitetail, he didn't hunt anymore.
You might hear the hunting horn at a young age, to tune it out as an adult. Maybe he will keep doing it, maybe he won't.
Women who are anti-hunting (but still have a vagina) can corrupt a man's brain to thinking that he doesn't really need to hunt anymore. Look at poor Harry, pussy ruined that boy. He killed more deer than blue tongue along with African big-give and a variety of other big game. Only to have some divorced Hollywood bimbo dull his hearing for the hunting horn.
Sad thing to happen to a lad. Really sad.