For me, it gets stronger. Just more selective about where I invest my time fishing/hunting. Quality first.
When I was young... 20's, I was in the midst of just trying to keep my kids alive, work was the biggest thing in my life, 2 weeks of vacation a year, one for family, one for me, I hunted elk with my bows and arrows...that's really all I wanted to to, kids got partially grown and we dismissed their mom and life took a turn for the better, work became profitable rather than just surviving, kids grew up the rest of the way and I entered my second childhood, started chasing fish and chicks, realized that my boundaries had expanded, Robbo goaded me into (okay, just mentioned) going to Panama to fish Hannibal for giant things... and that was that, 5 trips down there along with Utila, Nicaragua and Xmas Isle, with a shitton of Baja beach bum trips and countless Alaskan adventures seemed to have scratched that itch, now it feels strange to say "pass" when friends that have never heard me say that call and say "hey, ya' wanna go to _________" Starting to get serious about getting out of the work scene, building a house out on the homestead and figuring out what is next....My gal wants to go to Europe or some sh!t, I'd rather prowl around some sleepy little towns on the pacific coast of Panama, Santa Catalina has a nice ring to it, bonus being that there are fish there.
This time next week I'll be in Costa Rica with my 7 year old grandtwins, watching them watch bugs and monkeys and strange stuff seems like one of the things that old man dreams are made of, so...I might even fire up a trip report upon return, especially if I make a fish trip with Coleman, my son and law and grandson happen, anyway....life does happen, and looking back and saying I wish I had ________ is not in my future.