HOLY CRAP...NO!!!!!!I started hunting with my dad when I was 5.By 10 I took my test and started hunting in my own stand 30 yds away from my dad. I did'nt get my first bow kill till I was 22. It was a 5 pt in NYS shot him right in the neck and he dropped like a fly.At that moment I threw off my face mask dropped to my knees and thanked god for my first bow kill. I had gotten two deer before one was a Button buck when I was 11,the other a doe when I was 15. Both with the shotgun.Before my buck I missed a few,hit a couple we never found. And through it all,All I wanted was to be out in the woods. I watched older people around me,I listened,Learned,And understood mistakes I made. Learned deer body movement. Signs in the woods, Weather.Read tons of books and magazines. Tried new things like grunting and rattling, When to use decoys and lures.This sport became a passion,a obsession. During the off season I play deerhunter on my computer. My sons second word was deer. now I'm bringing him into my sick little world of whitetail deer hunting and he loves it. All I have is a total of 13 bucks killed scince my first bow kill when I was 22, I'm 35 now. and through all the times I never once thought of quiting. I know this sport aint easy,and some people seem to have better luck then others so it seems,Nope never wanted to quit. I still want to take you to Rockaway,I'll put you on a deer trust me.