I had one today. I'll tell it as I experienced it.
Sheets of rain coat the craggy, forested hills of the Reach as they fall from clouds that shroud the land in a shadowy grey pallor. Periodical thunder rumbles rustle the bark of pines. Clad in Nightingale armor, I move quietly as a specter through the trees, boots sodden from the now marshy earth. A soft stringed symphony accompanies my footsteps.
Suddenly, a grunt and a rustle emerge betwixt thunder's interlude. Body paralyzed, I carefully scan the local shrubbery until my eyes fall upon a furry mass, but only a stone's throw away. The beast rises up and shuffles for a moment, but she is calm - she does not sense my presence. As she rustles to the ground again, resting, I draw a bow from my back. Arrow notched, time seems to slow down as I hold my breathe and take aim for the inner leg of the great bear. Loosing my fingers, a killcam follows the point to its mark and, after a sharp snarl, the beast falls silent and limp, as if slumbering.
Shouldering my weapon, I crawl forward to examine my kill. She seems peaceful and serene, with but only a single arrow disturbing her otherwise natural state. Plucking it from her body, I take one last look at the fallen creature before checking my map and continuing my journey northward, adding one more kill to my record...
Shortly afterwards, during a pause and bathroom break, I realized just how much an otherwise simple experience had affected me so profoundly. And moments like those are truly why I still play Skyrim to this day.

