 And sure enough, another truck comes by. I hear them slowing down. And bird drops strut, and he and the hens take off through the woods. They skirt around me, cross the road in front of my truck, and I see them going up over a ridge on the other side of the road. I'm thinking, well, that's probably over, but I'll give it a little bit, and then I'll try to get up over that ridge and see if I can fire him up again.