I harvested my first deer and I knew instantly that I was created to do this. This realization coupled with a general love of the outdoors that my dad saw and fostered in me (he was not a hunter but a hell of a camper) means that I am in the woods 12 months of the year. I don't think these things are the "woodsmanship" skills that the OP was initially asking about but I could not have built my woodsmanship skills without the first 2 realizations. I think the fact that I feel absolute joy every single time I find a steaming fresh pile of deer poop says it all.