Comes and goes with me, depending on circumstances and how I feel at the moment.
After roughly sixty years spent afield and 40 deer taken, sometimes it's more enjoyable to watch 'em walk or run. Think the longest period of not taking a deer, since killing my first one in 1972, was four seasons. Could've, just never got around to it and the seasons were over. Only down side to seasons passing more quickly when you're up in years, is that they seem to roll around again more quickly, than when you were an impatient young pup.
What I enjoy more than anything now, is getting out in the fall woods and fields, rifle, shotgun or bow in hand and having a great time doing it.
Even watched game "get away" when I was younger, a time or two. Back when pheasants were "king" around here in the 60s and early 70s, once flushed a rooster in standing corn, early in the morning, with the still rising Sun behind me.
Sun lit that rascal up as it topped the corn stalks and the iridescent colors really stood out. So I just watched it fly.
A buddy's dad was off to my right, saw the bird and yelled at me to shoot it. Didn't, so he emptied his pump gun at it, to no avail and cussed his way out to the tend of the corn field. I heard about it for a long time. Worst part, I was carrying his prized Fox 20ga side by side at the time and he banished me from ever using it again. Didn't last long, carried it the following week.