The picture above represents one of those moments--not from 2011--but from years past, 1996 to be exact. The dog in the photograph was my first pointer, DP, who was just about the most sweet-natured, gentle and affectionate dog I've ever owned. In the picture, DP, who was 16 months old at the time, had just gotten her first nosefull of wild, western Oklahoma quail, a special covey--my "home" covey that inhabited my wife's family's homestead. I managed to get a picture of the moment, then the covey broke (OK, I admit: the pup broke first.) before I could drop the camera and pick up the gun. It was magical, anyway, and I whooped like a young boy as the birds exploded into the air around us.