When I was growing up there was extremely limited doe killing. If it had horns it was down and the thrill was in just getting a deer.
My contemporary feelings are mixed on this for youth seasons. I regret not spending more time with the boy with just "bobbers and bluegill". Sure, I have great pics but I feel he missed something now. This hit me a while back in Alabama when we were stocking a pond full of stunted bass. He knew the "real stuff" well but I've never seen him have such a great time fishing than when filling the aerated wash tub in the back of his grandfather's truck. This was after a 28in walleye on his wall at the age of three (Rapala "Vampire" below the Darling Dam on his "Dale Jr." Zebco combo) numerous double digit pike, whopper patches for smallmouth and battles with salmon.