Most only talk about the biggest buck
Yep, that's another issue. I think a lot of hunters, especially young ones, who hunt in normal places might get the impression that the small (by comparison) bucks that they see and have the opportunity to kill are somehow not good enough because every one of them isn't a B&C record grown on a game farm (just like a cow).
I personally think if you want to kill a spike and it makes you happy, then kill it and be happy and proud.
Of course I also think some of the deer management theories convince some folks that they have to pass up everything but the big bucks. I know that deer management can work on some places but in many if not most places where land is owned in fairly small parcels (or is public) and hunted by lots of different folks, deer management is virtually useless. If you think passing up that 2 year old 8 pointer might give you a chance at him next year when he's bigger, then you're dreaming because as soon as he crosses onto the property next door someone else is going to shoot him. And a lot of these shows strongly promote management practices that are likely to work only on highly controlled 'ranch' situations.
But don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against waiting for that big once a season or once in a lifetime buck. I'm kind of at that point myself, not because I'm a 'trophy' hunter or into management, but just because I'm happy if I only kill one a year, or even none if I've had a good time hunting.
Prokop, I really like the ritual I see in your pictures. Honoring the game is a good concept and I'm pretty sure that this was once very common among some American Indian tribes. I think that the feeling of success after a kill should be tinged with at least a little sorrow. I think that is what some of the ritual is about, I suspect. Respect for the animal.
Of course what type of respect is due to a farm raised deer? About the same as a cow.
Where I grew up it is common when someone gets their first deer to paint their face with the deer's blood. It was done to me and I did it to my son. I don't know where the tradition comes from, but it is an old one. Probably came from the Indians.