when you look thru the scope after the reacoil has taken you off target and you see that ginger fellow sprawled out,, when you hear the guns saying how good that drive was knowing its your birds that make it happen, sat behind a gate listenig to the drumming of the dog and hare as he brings it to the gate net, the cry of geese at 5 am as they come off their beds,walking to a snare to see foxey strung right next to your pheasant pen
i dont know about you all but just being out and about doing what i love does it for me