Couldn't agree more.
My dad used to shoot when I was young and we ate what he shot. But as a child, I never made the connection between his shooting, my food and real animals.
When I was 8 or 9, he started teaching me how to aim a gun. I thought it was great. Something else to do with my dad (he taught me how to swim, dive, scuba dive). Until the day he tried to get me to aim at an animal. I was horrified and refused, as did my younger brother when his turn came. Our father was so disappointed about not being able to pass his hunting and shooting on to us.