Well it use to be to become a part of nature again, an escape from the pressures of day to day life, relax, and to get some venison.
Now the main joy I find in hunting is the looks in my twins eyes as I teach them how to hunt, to see their thrill in hearing a buck grunt back at Dads grunts as it follows the both of us through the woods back to our truck. To see the thrill in their eyes as we load up a deer in the bed of the truck, and the expereince of them helping/learning how to dress a deer, hang it, skin it, and butcher it.