When I was a kid, went out pheas hunting with my Dad. We were walking up to a treeline had some ground cover along it, when a rosster pheas came out of the grass and charged at me. His head was down low wings out behind him crowing and running right at me. I asked my dad what should I do, he said walk at him see if he will flush so you can shoot him. He didnt flush but turned around andran back the way he came. Dogs just watched standing still. Dad was laffing his butt off.
Openingday for upland game in nebr about 15 years ago we were in a field walking to the road watching the dogs work. I saw out of the corner of my eye a buck deer runing flat out towards my cousin Tim, I yell Hey Tim look behind you, he turns and stepped out of the way just in time. That buck kept on running over the road and out of site. tim said I wonder what I did to piss him off.
Saw a tree just as the sun came up and litit up, was full of wild pheas roosters. Getting out of the vehicle Tim somehow got his thumb stuck in the door, locked too. Tim starts holloring birds start flushing. Guy had the keys was 50 yards out in the field. Sure was a lot of birds them days. Lot of land to hunt then too, not anymore in that county. Sure do miss those days.