You're sure right John. Each of us make our own choices, but I hope we keep sight of the ethics they can bring with them. I would love to shoot a hog whitetail someday. Heck, who wouldn't! And I do pass up small bucks every year.
For me personally, it's more about prolonging the season, and hopefully getting some meat to boot. In WI we also are now allowed multiple doe tags each year - to the point in parts of the State they are pretty much unlimited. But only one buck per year in most parts of the State. So I'll shoot does until I have enough meat for the year, but like to hold out on the buck tag. Some years I've filled the buck tag earlier, and had chances at other bucks later. Sometimes bigger bucks. Even if I can't shoot I love to see them, however the adreneline rush that comes only with a tag in your pocket is missing. If offered a choice of killing a decent buck on the first day of season, or having multiple opportunities all fall but not filling the tag I think I would choose option #2.
I think the biggest message in the poem is to make your own choices based on whatever it is that drives you personally. But be careful about imposing your own beliefs and wishes on everyone else. A small buck, doe, whatever, might be a far better trophy for some people than a real nice buck might be to someone else.
My wife shot a small 6 pt. buck with a rifle last year. She doesn't bowhunt, but she was thrilled with her success. Although I probably would not have killed that deer, who am I to say that she didn't deserve to enjoy and relish her acheivement?