Well, I've only lived on the planet 37 years and change, but I still haven't found anything close that matches the way bowhunting whitetails makes me feel. I love my kids, I love my wife and would give up hunting for them if need be, but I would have a hugevoid in my heart/soul if I couldnt hunt. It's a part of me and I hope to get to take part in hunting until I die. I love everything about it from the social side to the reclusive side, all the tactics and strategies, being outside, watching critters, scouting, shed huntin', patterning, trying to get a step ahead of an ole buck while I am two steps behind him...harvesting when the time comes and then trailing and field dressin and butchering to the dinner table..its never felt like work..