Indeed. When we got to the rimrocks the bastards would flush and fly all the way down to where we just spent a few hours hiking up from, laughing all the time, that's what it sounds like. First time hunting them is for sport, every time there after was revenge pure and simple.Chuckar. I was convinced my dad made the bird up to trick me into walking to the top of ridges and bottom of deep draws chasing a bird we never saw.