There was no Russian Roulette involved, just the great outdoors, fresh air, great views, lots of exercise....
You can romanticize anything can't you. Deer hunting actually involves spending a week in a cabin in the woods with no electricity, no running water, and the air is freshened by the noxious expulsions created by a diet high in onions, beans, bacon and eggs, interspersed with periods of freezing one's posterior waiting for the five seconds of adrenal rush when you actually see a deer. The exercise is mostly walking in very rough country. You know how much exertion it is when you spend four hours walking around in a fleece shirt in temperatures hovering around freezing and conclude that you might be a bit overdressed. Spending a week deer hunting makes you appreciate a great many things, hot and cold running water, soap, toothbrushes, deodorant, central heating, working in a office.
I, of course, had a great time and I managed to shoot the lone deer we bagged this past week, but romanticizing spending a week with four other men who haven't showered for five days and seem to have an excess of intestinal gas seems a little foolish.
The Great Outdoors is nice to visit but you wouldn't want to live there.