My Grandfathers and Dad got me started, none were nearly as serious about it than I am. They hunted a lot but times were just different and how they hunted was a reflection of the time. They didn't backpack hunt, they didn't glass a bunch, they didn't own the best gear, but they were good woodsmen. My Grandfather never hunted out of Montana, except for killing some roe deer during WWII. My Dad never hunted out of the state of Montana until 2002.
The BEST thing they did was to take my brother and I hunting, fishing, camping, etc. anytime we asked, that's worth a ton and I cant repay that, ever. Simply thankful they spent the time.
I still miss hunting and fishing with both my Grandfathers, but still get my Dad out every fall. Wouldn't trade a single one of those day for anything...that's a fact.