Oh, sure. My ethics have changed greatly over the years. It took a long time before I took a doe, even though it meant passing on good shots nearly every time I went out and eating tag soup for several years. I'd gotten it in my head that only bucks were ethical kills, even though the state said otherwise. Nowadays I have no qualms about taking a doe or encouraging my kids to take them.
I think we walk into this sport initially with a lot of wrong-headed thinking. When I did, a good part of what was filling my head had come from magazines. Nowadays a newbie would get the same or more from outdoor television shows. The ethics that come from both seem to center around
[*]The attainment of trophies[*]Shooting vs. hunting[/ul]. . . and a lot of that stuff only gets in your way once you are in the woods. It also empties your wallet rather quickly. Time in the woods does a lot to get that out of your system. So does age. At 25, I thought nothing of traipsing into the woods with 80 lbs of gear and leaving an hour earlier so I would have time to set it all up. By 45, I was crawling into my stand with a rifle and my coat wondering how I could lighten the load even more. At 25, all I could think about was having time to myself. At 50, all I can think about is time with my sons.
The other thing that will really change your head regarding ethics is getting on the other side of the hunter/landowner relationship. When I started out, I really could not understand why landowners were so anal about everything. Now, when I find an empty shotgun hull on my place that I can't account for, I know I'm being poached. Now I'm the one on the topo map figuring angles and elevations and deciding who hunts where so no one gets shot. It all makes sense.
Lastly, when I started out, all I had was solitude. There were not that many deer. There were hardly any bowhunters. Going hunting meant being alone in the woods. I was not into that. I was into action. Being alone and quiet chafed at me. I felt I was wasting my time. Now, 26 years later, my herd is large, there are ample shooting opportunities. I find myself going out in the latter part of the season and deliberately trying to find an empty piece of woods to hunt. The freezer is full and the last thing I really want to do is see another damn deer. What I'm really trying to do is finish reading the Farmers Almanac that I had to put down on the stand back in October, but I can't bring myself to do it without a rifle in my hand.