For me it's not the actual kill, it's that few seconds of rush that I can't get enough of. If I could get it any other way....... I hunted northern MI and waded through waste deep snow to get to stand, sat there with ice sicles hanging from my mustache, shaking sooo hard that I thought I was having a convulsion, knowing darn well that I was going into hypothermia and then a buck walks out .... nothing else matters, it's not cold anymore, I'm not shaking, it's just me and the deer.
I had a guy, whom I was working for, offer me a beer, I declined because I don't drink. He questioned me about it, asked if I smoked pot?, nope. Cocaine? nope. He asked "what do you do to get high????" I hunt and I can't get any higher than that, no drug can touch it.
During high school, I dated a girl for 4 years and every year she'd get mad when season opened cause she wouldn't get to see me. Finally I told her, " I can see you anytime I want, but I can only hunt a few months out of the year and only when it's light. So I will see you when it's dark."