I'll admit, when I first read your post, I thought total jerk move as a parent. As I've read your reactions and responses to all the comments in this thread, I don't see it that way anymore. You seem like a great guy and father that I'd share hunting camp with.
I'll share two personal stories:
I've hunted with my dad since I was old enough to walk. When I was old enough to legally hunt (10) he took me to his best stand and I was given his 30-06 to use. He had one rule (outside of gun safety obviously) and that was I had to shoot a buck only, no does could be killed. We sat in that box blind from sun up till sun down on opening day of WI's gun deer season and never saw a deer. The next day we sat in that same stand from sun up until about a half hour before dark, when 4 does made their way toward us. He asked me if I wanted to shoot a doe and I most certainly did after sitting there freezing for the last 2 days. When it came down to it, he broke his own rule and allowed me to shoot my first deer.....a big old fat WI doe. It's a memory that neither of us will ever forget. (It's also the only doe I've ever shot in WI)
My son (who's 16) has hunted with me, also since he was old enough to walk. He's killed several whitetails with his rifle, and one with his bow and I've been at his side for all of them. This past September, I got to take my son along on his first western elk hunting trip. My dad and I were out there for nearly 3 weeks elk hunting, and my son got to tag along for the first 10 days. (His mom would only let him miss 1 week of school) During those 10 days I carried my bow, but I was there only to guide him. I don't care how big the bull would have been that stepped out in front of us, he was the shooter. He had several opportunities at cows that he passed up (his choice not mine) in hopes for getting a shot at a bull, but unfortunately he came home empty handed.
One morning we located a small herd of 5 elk, 4 cows and a decent 6 point heading up a drainage. My son and I moved to stalk up above them, my dad and brother moved down below them. As we were slowing moving in, the elk switched course and started back down the valley and my son says, "I hope they don't get a shot." I said, what did you just say?!?!?!?!..... and he repeated his selfish statement. We stopped right there and had a good 5 minute heart to heart conversation about what exactly it was we were doing out there. Yes we all want to kill an animal when we've put so much time/money/energy into a hunt, but at the end of the day, success is something we all share as a group.....not just as an individual.
Hunting is about more than the kill. It's about the experiences and the memories. Enjoy the time in the field with your son, and best of luck to both of you this fall!
-BHWI