I love to shoot, but don't get to do it much any more. I grew up in a rural area, at the base of some foothills. Entertainment was taking my pellet gun into the hills for the afternoon. At the range, I'd shoot the .22's that my family had.
In high school, I shot on the ROTC rifle team. The field practice in my youth got me started scoring 170's, and by the end of the first year I was scoring 270's. I would love to buy a decent target rifle, but spending a couple of days a month working on accuracy is different than spending time every single day on it. I still miss checking my rifle out of the vault, and spending an hour each morning hitting bulls.
Now, I live in the city. The public ranges are adequate, but after growing up where you and your family would have an entire field to yourself, I hate being lined up with fifty other people on a firing line, and waiting for the range master to call "cease fire" before changing targets, and not being able to spend the shooting time as a relaxing time with my family. The closest good spots are in the next county, and with time constraints, I don't get to go much.
But... when my son turned 3, I did buy him his own rifle, one of these:
http://www.savagearms.com/cub.htm He isn't quite big enough to hold it on his own, but he loves to hold it to his shoulder while I aim it, and he gets to pull the trigger and see the can get knocked over. With target-load .22 shorts in it, it's no louder than a cap gun. But, even more fun for him is when I shake up a can of soda, throw it into the air, pick up my shotgun, and he gets to watch the can explode. What can you say, boys love destruction. My 9-month old girl thinks that watching us shoot is pretty cool, too, and is good enough not to pull out her earplugs.
Before I got married, I won a pair of free tactical submachine gun classes at Frontsight, and my (then) fiancee and I took it together. It was a blast, and she earned the nickname "headshot" on the range. She had her own pistol when I met her, and was elated when I gave her a Remington youth model 20-gauge for a birthday.
As for hunting... I love the thrill. Seeing a rabbit jump out on the run, dodging between sagebrush, adjusting your swing with each sight you get of it, the POOM, and seeing it drop. But... I don't like the killing part. About five years ago, my hunts started turning into "taking my gun for a walk". After a year of going out but never shooting anything, I stopped going.
Every year, I tell myself that I'm going to get my concealed weapons permit. I don't think I'd ever carry, but I'd like to do it to show my support for the idea. But since I don't plan on carrying, I never get around to getting the permit. My wife says that she'd like it if I got it, so maybe some day I will.
Even though I rarely shoot, my gun safe has slowly become too small. I remember when I bought it, thinking that something advertised as a 7-gun safe would never get filled, but it's getting pretty cramped in there.
These days, too many people think that a gun will somehow transform you into a maniacal killer. And too many people think that dogs are dirty things that shouldn't be allowed around people, instead of something that is a natural part of the family. I think it all comes from people growing up in cities. In small towns, dogs roam neighborhoods, kids have guns, and everything goes along just fine.
