I catch the spinning empty out of the air, fist pump the air while saying "woo, woo, woo" while high fiveing with the other. Then I pretend the rifle is a broadsword and swing it around like I'm slaying multiple opponents, before settleing into playing air guitar on the same rifle while jumping up and down in what has to be an annoying fashion.
err; maybe that was a TV show I saw? I'm usually pretty quiet and can't easily make the transition from dead serious to celebration. I admire the animal, sometimes in awe, and sometimes think of the path between where I started to where I am. The shooter part of me can't resist checking out shot placement.