I can relate to that Eddie, but what is worse, are those sneaky little screech owls, that tend to quicken my pace about two to three feet more than normal, in a milesecond, and chew a hole in my under wear, till I suddenly realize it is only a little owl. The thing that gets me worse than pheasant is the darn ruffed grouse. You can be looking at the exact spot, they landed, and go right up to that spot, not see them, till you "start"...... to take another step. I remember as a kid, I was up in Wisconsin at my Aunt and Uncle's Dairy farm, and was with the dog, when we jumped a bunch of them, and I watched where they landed on the ground, after my sphincter muscles relaxed enough for me to walk, and grabbed a stick, all ready for grouse for supper, and went to where they landed, and with the dog, just knew it was cinch. Scared the snot out of me a second time, and even surprised the farm dog! Nope, no grouse supper that time. Yeah, I always loved the summer evenings, and nights, listening to the Bull Bats, their roar, and buzzes. like J.W. said it wasn't summer without them, and yep as a kid, I jumped a little as one would swoop, and pull up just a few feet above me as I was walking home, or over to a Friends house. Fond memories. Thanks for bringing back.
Wayne