Professionally, not really. I'm a CFO of a peanut butter company in South GA (PB2) so it's not super surprising. My boss and coworkers learned a long time ago that golf isn't my thing and I'm ok not being invited. We did a 3 day guided quail hunt for our leadership team last year that I set up and even our non-hunters enjoyed it.
With that said, I don't live in a super "outdoorsy" community. I live on a barrier island of GA that's mostly made up of old rich people. I can remember one day a few years ago after a successful afternoon hunt, my son and I had to stop by the grocery store on the way home. We were both still in camo. I was stopped by a rich old white lady to tell me that "our matching outfits were cute".
I also stopped one morning on the way to work to check on an older gentlemen in a Tesla who was standing over a dead deer in the road. He was balling his eyes out. I checked on him and checked on the damage to his car (there was none). He proceeded to tell me that he had not hit the deer but that his wife saw it get hit and sent him to check on it. It was dead, and had been, but he was just so sad that the deer had died. I laughed, and without missing a beat, I threw it in the back of my truck and drove off (I wanted it to blood track train a dog I had). I can still remember his mortified look in my rear view mirror.