My kids all hunt and fish. My oldest son and daughter are probably more intense about it than the youngest son and daughter but they all enjoy it at some level. My son-in-law got a heck of a bargain when he married my oldest daughter. She's a girly girl. She fishes. She bird hunts. She deer hunts with a rifle and bow.
Here husband took a picture of her hunting from one of her blinds last year. She was decked out in full camo, sitting in the living room. She had the screen off of the window and was hunting a feeder that she had him put in the back yard
(I know... I can't stand how we hunt over feeders in TX either. But that's how it is)
One of the first times I took her fishing we were zipping along at about 35 mph (GPS verified) in my little 14' Express. It had, emphasis on had, a little 35 hp Navy Seal surplus motor on it and it would scoot. We zipped down the intracoastal canal, made a hard right into East Matagorda bay, and headed out to some fishing holes I had tagged in the GPS. The sun was shining, the water was right, and the engine was purring when all of the sudden- silence. I looked back at the motor and a little smoke wafted out. My daughters eyes were wide open and she said "Dad! what are we going to do!". I said, "you better throw that anchor out because we are drifting the wrong way. May as well bait up and fish because we aren't going anywhere anytime too soon."
We ended up catching a couple of nice reds and a speckled trout. A buddy of mine came and hauled us in when he got off of work. Oh- the water pump went out. I found out years later the guy that I bought the boat from installed something backwards when he overhauled it. He worked part time at a boat shop. That's a scary thought...
I took her on her first deer hunt. She shot a pretty nice buck. Like they always seem to do, he ground shrunk a tad, but for a first deer it was pretty nice. I let her use my .270 and she handled it well for a gangly 14 year old girl. When she shot he ran to our left and disappeared in some scrub. I was pretty sure that she hit him because he humped up when she shot. We walked down to where he stood when she shot and found him about 15 yards to the left. As we were looking him over she said "I'm glad that I shot him but I feel sad inside too". I said " baby girl, that's a good thing. You always want to have respect for what you kill when you're hunting." After that she was fine.
All great memories that have stuck with me 10 years. Now I have a grandson that didn't fall far from mom and dad's tree so I'm sure we'll have some good times together when he gets a little older.