I go for the experience, hands down. I've never entered a single animal I've taken into any record book - SCI, Rowland Ward, Boone & Crockett or Pope & Young; though I've taken more than a few animals that would make these various books.
What I've taken away from my hunts are the memories, like the very first day I spent hunting in Africa. I was on the Deka Concession in Zimbabwe with Roy Vincent. We'd arrived in the middle of the afternoon, so he suggested we take a drive around the area to see what we might find. The first animals I saw were a few impala and a duiker, then some zebras. Just as the track crossed the border into Wankie Park, we found a couple of big, old buffalo bulls. We got out, and snuck up on them so that I could take some photos of these old bulls. After that, we snuck away and resumed our drive. As we came back out of the park, the track turned to the right and we were suddennly faced with a fabulous full maned lion. He got up and slowly walked away. Roy had turned the truck so that I could better see and photograph the lion, but in my excitement, I jumped out with the camera and walked around the front of the truck to photograph him. Roy just about came unglued, as the lion was only about 25 yards away. Fortunately, he trotted off into the bush. I did not have a lion on license, so the only trophy I have of him is a photograph of the south end of a north bound lion. I still look at that picture from time to time to relive the moment.
I won't tell you about the size of the animals I took, though most were very good indeed. What I can tell you is about memories of moments like that which I will cherish for all my days.