I was blessed with a daughter that I always hoped would one day be my hunting partner, at least occasionally. At 6 years old I took her on an easy duck hunt as an observer. She loved the experience, not so much the hunting, but the whole early morning breakfast in the blind thing and no rules on what you get to eat. She didn't go again until age 10, shot her first duck, the only spoonbill I'd ever mount and it's still proudly on my wall. The reality is those hunts were more for me and it was too soon, she just wanted to spend time with her dad, with no real interest in hunting.
I thought her hunting days were over until the Covid lockdown BS happened. Night before the Turkey opener I asked her if she (now 17 years old) wanted to get up at 4AM and go. Surprisingly she excitedly said yes, just to get out and do something. We ended up doubling on a pair of double bearded Toms that morning, a first for us both. Of course both fans and beards are on my wall along with a picture of us that morning. In reality that was probably the last time she'll ever go hunting with me, but this time the memory was special to both of us.
Now at almost 21, she likes to hang out with me and cook wild game when she's home from college, usually with a couple of old duck dogs laying at our feet. She gets why I do what I love to do, and although she's not going with me for the shooting, I'm glad to have her around to experience what is still part of the hunt.