I'll add another scenario.
My dad has hunted off and on for most of his life, but it's nothing he's ever been passionate about. He basically went because his brothers needed him to beat brush and occasionally, he'd kill one for the meat. By the time I was ate up with it in my early 20's, he still could care less. Gun season 2004, I had to beg him to hunt opening morning. He shot a doe and sat at camp the rest of the day. That Saturday he asked me where he should sit behind the house just in case he wanted to get some fresh air. I gave him a spot, which he went to at 2PM. By 2:30, he'd killed the biggest deer anyone in our family (one full of good, diehard hunters) has ever killed. He followed up that 21" wide 167" 10 point with exactly an hour's worth of hunting over the next decade, in which he killed a 130" 9 the next fall in his first 5 minutes of hunting on our farm. He hasn't hunted the farm since and has spent all of 45 minutes behind the house. He didn't even want to mount either deer and didn't really comprehend how big his 10 point was, despite being a very intelligent man. Did he "deserve" either buck? Depends on how you look at it. I've spent 1,500 hours in a tree on the farm and haven't killed a buck yet. He's spent 5 and has a nice one on the wall. So when Mike says there's no justice, I know just what he means.