This is why we do it.
I just posted about why I don't hunt anymore in another thread but I can definitively answer this one.
Sorry for the essay but this is just one answer to your question.
Times were really tough for me. I had graduated college a few years prior and in that meantime I was toured around the world by our rich uncle. I got injured and medicaled out. A few months went by and I was still unemployed through no lack of trying. It was the year leading up to the big economic fallout so it is no real surprise looking back on it. Got lucky and landed a low paying warehouse job with a long commute to work.
I had been living at home with the folks during this time on the family farm. I decided to buy a bow to hunt during the archery season. Luckily I had a stockpile of money I had saved while in service. I had just enough time after work to get 3 hours of hunting in for a few weeks before daylight savings time messed everything up. I was seeing deer on the back 40 more than I had ever had in the 15 years prior.
Being in the military had taught me patience and lessons on striking when the opportunity presented itself. So I waited when I usually would have shot a doe. I finally saw a larger buck. An eight point. I was ready and he came in range but he was surrounded by does and they were skittish so he moved on.
The following week I saw him again in the distance and again the next day. Daylight savings time came and I could only get out on weekends. I saw him again one morning but he was right behind my tree and never presented a shot.
I was no longer hunting for deer. I was hunting for one deer. I felt like Aheb going after the white whale. I was obsessed and constantly trying to predict his next move. I had never focused on one animal ever before and I felt like I was putting all my eggs into one basket. It felt right though.
I was anticipating the weekends so I could get out there and have another sighting of him. As the days of archery season waned I was no longer seeing him on a regular basis and I was dreading one of my neighbors had got him or that he had been hit by a car as the property butts up to Interstate highway.
Bow season ended and gun season was upon us. I sat in wait. Our property gets hunted quite vigorously by family members during the gun season so it was a toss up as to who was going to have a crack at him. I had not seen him since about 2/3 of the way through archery season but I did not give up.
Opening day came and went. My dad shot a 4 point and a doe with two quick shots at 7:30 that morning so his hunting season was done. Just the way he likes it. My uncle and two cousins each shot a doe that day too. I passed up several groups of deer among which were what I would consider to be a decent 6 point as well as some spikes.
The next day I was alone on the property. Since it was a weekday my cousins were in school and my uncle at work. I saw a few in the distance. The next day after that I called in sick to work so I could hunt the property alone for the morning. I decided to hunt from my dad's blind for whatever reason. Once again I only saw some deer off in the distance eating in the middle of the cut corn field.
Two other cousins were going to be coming in to hunt the evening. When they got in they radioed me to tell me they would be walking through the woods. It would be about 10 minutes before they got to where I was though. Only a few minutes after that I heard a distinctive crash very near and behind me. I knew it was a few deer. I readied my BPS 20 ga without even looking behind me. They hopped the fence my blind was sitting against with my back to it. It was a four point and a doe. They stopped 20 yds right in front of me. I placed the red dot of the Trijicon reflex sight on the vitals of the 4 point.
Now was when I decided I wanted to compromise. I wanted the 8 point but I also wanted a deer and this 4 point was right in front of me right now. Safety was off but my finger was off the trigger. I waited and listened. The two deer were looking back the way they came. I figured there must be more deer back there.
Then I heard a snort. Ive had does snort at me or my scent tons of times so this was nothing new however when the 4 point snorted back my heart started racing. The 4 point started moving off and I heard another animal approaching from behind. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large shape with a decent jumble over his head jump the fence. I kept my gun straight at the other two deer and did not even move my head to take a look. He made a false charge at the 4 point and stopped next to and behind the doe. The four point ran off and there was my eight point. I sqeezed off the shot and he went right down.
That is why we have trophies on the wall. It might not be the biggest rack ever but it is mine and it is the largest deer I have ever seen while hunting and it is the largest that has been taken off that land.