Nope, don't hunt. I don't deal well with the whole gutting process.
I haven't hunted formally for many years. Will start up, again, now that the kids are getting older.
I have nailed a few small varmints "that needed killin'" around the house and the kids are FASCINATED when I dress them out to show them the anatomy. I can only imagine their thrill after we shoot our first hog or such. They were both scandalized when I was prepping the turkey for Christmas that the slaughterhouse did not provide the full/usual panoply of innards for them to gawk at and handle. "Daddy, they didn't include the HEART!?" Next time, I will buy fresh-killed and slaughter at the house for their edification.
Perhaps it helps explain that my wife was going through nursing school when our eldest was born. Both kids have been exposed to A&P books & suchlike since they were old enough to flip the pages. We have never held back from describing anatomy or the reality / function thereof, human or otherwise. I do quantitative work and my wife is a nurse, so it all gets matter-of-fact treatment.
The other day they were at the elementary school playground when they returned and told me they saw a "skull at the school." Oh, that's nice. Well, unbeknownst to me, they snagged a ziplock baggie. They then bagged the skull and brought it back inside the house and show it to me. "Daddy, it smells funny." Hmm. "That is because it still has most of the wet parts, honey. They will rot off eventually, if you take it outside and expose it to the elements. Put it up where the dog can't get it." Not sure, but it was likely a feral/house cat that got et by the coyotes.