I like whistling wings. I like seeing birds alive or in my hand. I like watching dogs bomb headfirst into 45 degree water with a passion that humans just cannot match. I like standing in flooded beaver ponds as the swamp wakes up. I like the sound of the first shot of a shotgun against the previously quiet backdrop of the morning air. I like the smell of that burnt powder hanging over my head in a small cloud on a really cold morning. I like fine shotguns, a lot. The list is long and constantly growing. I haven't nearly as many birds as most people on this site, but the memories I have of a few good days in the swamps is what makes me want to do it over and over again.
I also love shorthairs slamming onto point, big bucks slipping across oak flats and turkeys gobbling before daylight. And don't ask me to rank them, because its all fantastic.