15 years ago, I shot my first rabbit. I remember the surprise of just about jumping it, the smooth motion shoulder-hammer down-BANG with my grandpa's single shot .410, the sight of the little critter tumbling down... and then it started crying... so I snapped its neck, sat down and lit a cigarette with trembling hands...
There I was! A man!(well, 14, but still a man!)
Then came the chore of cleaning and skinning. Since the adrenalin was still pumping (I AM A MAN!!!!), the whole thing went OK. Then I cooked it, and man was it ever good!
Since that time, I have harvested countless rabbit, grouse and ptarmigan, plus caribou, deer and moose, but that day will always be on my mind as memories of other hunts fade...
Done with poetry, now the practical stuff: Wife-children are not too wild about wild meat? You could start the way I did... I married a city girl that didn't even eat meat to start with...
1- Introduce venison progressively
2- Don't serve as is, cook it in a stew, sheperd pie, or mix ground meat with beef or whatever
3- Don't insist about them eating it all...
It took me 3 years and some to get Wife accustomed, but now she thinks that beans do not taste as good if there ain't grouse in there! OTOH, she still won't eat my famous bear roast...
Good hunting.