Hunting with my family in Minnesota is one of the things I miss most about moving to New England. Deer hunting to me was always a family event, my father, uncles, grandfather, cousins. It was an absolute blast at the cabin in northern MN in November. It's a totally different event here now that I'm hunting deer solo, not nearly as fun.To me hunting has always been "fun". I would hunt with my now departed brother on his 120 acres in Maine. No competition and good deer country made it easy to take deer. Then bringing up the three sons into hunting. Then the grandkids. What a thrill when each one took their first deer. The family hunts NH, Maine and Mass each year but the camp in Maine that we built is the go-to place. Still plenty of deer. And cards. And beer. For a long time I held the family record for first deer at age 12. Then came along grandson Little Jack. At 10 yo he drops a deer in NH with his bow. Then another in Maine with shotgun. Then another with rifle in NH. He's a "natural" like his dad. Jack.