Speaking for myself, my advancing age, arthritis, and location (Southwest Florida, not much good public-land hunting here) means my days of humping up and down mountains, slogging through swamps, dragging 200lb carcasses, and messing with tree stands are pretty much over.
Also, with the scarcity of ammo, and rising cost and hassle of a visit to the range, sporting clays, etc., I'm pretty much finished with that as well.
While all the rest of my firearms may have become "closet queens" (sounds kinda weird doesn't it?, but I don't have a safe), one gun of mine lives a very active life.
That would be my trusty old .22 rifle.
It carries a magazine full of CCI .22lr Quiets and a Burnham Brothers scope-mounted shooting light, and is alway kept ready for instant action, 24/7.
I'm one of those survivalist/preppers out in the boonies, trying to maintain 20 tropical fruit trees and two large vegetable gardens.
The local coons, possums, squirrels, rats, crows, and common grackles seem to think I've put out a buffet spread just for them.
WRONG!
That .22 rifle is kept very busy almost every day, and I certainly have all the shooting action I could desire these days.