Yes, as someone who "went through a lot of salmon" from my mid teens onwards, I stopped doing so as I reached my thirties. It was twenty-five years ago this coming very early September, 1988 being the year, when after a season of big salmon runs on the western rivers, I clunked a 12-pound fresh-run fish on a small river that had twice moved to a small tubefly fished on a 9-foot 7-weight but missed the fly completely on both occasions, then tried it with a little fast-moving Mepp (ignored), then with a single worm and after this a bunch of them freelined with a swanshot or two, then with a float-fished shrimp off an 11-foot carbon barbel rod and centrepin that I had in the car boot a quarter of a mile away. The Drennan Crystal Loafer twitched a couple of times soon after touchdown a very few yards away from me (the river was less than ten yards in width) then sank. Into a fish that went potty in the large livingroom-sized pool, a fish that joined the 17-pounder I had had from the same pool three days earlier. Something happened that evening, soon after returning home to the woman in my life, showing her the fish then putting it in the freezer - I had "a moment" of self-relevation: "Not so much too easy, but way too often, Paul ... becoming ruddy meaningless ... buy the buggers [salmon] if you want them...".
So that 12-pounder and the 17 before it were the last I clunked.
Many of the fishers I knew back then and a good few others later, some of them rather posh, thought that I had gone and joined the Moonies or something. Things change.
PS - And as with Angling, so with Angling forums now, I reckon - some types of habitual behaviour do you and your pastime no good whatsoever; it's then time to move on.