My Daddy loved to hunt. His favorite was 'primitive weapon season'; he poured his own shot for his muzzle loader and everything. His favorite was bow hunting, though. Must have been his Cherokee heritage coming through. He'd set up a target in the backyard and practice. Even when I was in college taking archery classes, I couldn't pull that string back on his bow!
My brothers got together one Christmas and gave Daddy what he called a 'pop gun', then took him out hunting a little while later. It was the first and only time he ever killed a deer. My oldest brother said he came out of the woods with the biggest smile on his face just dancing a jig when he realized he'd gotten the deer.
But he still loved primitive weapons because he said they gave the deer a sporting chance!