Hunting is hunting, not killing. I was addicted to hunting long before I killed anything. I can’t look anywhere without seeing the world through hunter’s eyes.
I think the instinct is in most of us and just needs to be awakened at the right time and in a positive way. Take your kid hunting with you. Focus on their experience. Teach them, patiently, how to move quietly, look carefully, etc. Kids want to learn. They get real enjoyment from doing well and receiving parental attention.
At the right age, kids just want to do stuff with their parents. Get to them at that age and nothing except hormones will sway them away from it. And even if the hormones distract them, the instincts will have been awakened.
This poem from the end of Rudyard Kipling’s “How the Leopard got his spots…” really speaks to me as a father.
I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in Most wise tones,
"Let us melt into the landscape, just us two by our lones."
People have come, in a carriage, calling. But Mummy is there....
Yes, I can go if you take me Nurse says she don't care.
Let's go up to the pig-styes and sit on the farmyard rails!
Let's say things to the bunnies, and watch 'em skitter their tails!
Let's'-oh, anything, daddy, so long as it's you and me,
And going truly exploring, and not being in till tea!
Here's your boots (I've brought 'em), and here's your cap and stick,
And here's your pipe and tobacco. Oh, come along out of it, quick!