Yep, you're weird. Heck, you are a traditional bowhunter who, contrary to what we see on the TV hunting shows, seems to see the hunt - not the kill- as the goal. You are practically a mutant, but dang it, you're in good company.
Many years ago, my family was going to be out of town so I decided to camp in my favorite hunting spot for the weekend. This was during our deer gun season (which happened to coincide with part of our duck season).
The plan was to take the shotgun (I know - but it was *years* ago - I'm reformed now) for some duck hunting and my recurve for the whitetails. For some reason, I also brought some deer slugs. Anyway, in Ohio, if you have your bow with you, you can't have a gun so I was going to need to take two trips from the car to the campsite.
On the way out to my campsite in the evening, I walked across the rolling bean field ran up next to the little lake and pine grove where I intended to camp and hunt ducks. Passing around one of the little hillocks, I saw four does at about 40 yards - easy shot for the shotgun I had with me (should have taken the bow on the first trip). Bear in mind - at this point in my life I had yet to take a shot at a deer, this would be an easy first.
I hunkered down and watched them for a bit. End of legal light was quickly approaching and there was no way to get get back to my car, get my bow and get within bow range in the time left to me. There was a slug in my shotgun and the shot would have been an easy one.
I stood up and walked to my campsite - letting the does saunter off behind me. Frankly, I didn't *want* to kill a deer with the shotgun and if I had, that would have screwed up the really cool weekend I had planned.
As the weekend turned out, I had a ball taking ducks from my impromptu blind (that turned out to be right over a muskrat den - I could hear them down there jumping around all morning). The rest of the hunt had me stillhunting a riverbottom with my recurve and though I saw no more deer, I wouldn't have changed a thing.