 I'm reaching up, I'm shooting an autoloader, and I'm trying to rack one out. On the one hand, I'm trying to be kind of quiet and ginger about it. On the other hand, I'm trying to rack my gun hard enough that it'll actually fire the next shot. By the time I got reloaded, he was spooked, but he wasn't freaking out. I don't know where his hands went, but he had left them at this point. He just goes out of sight about the time I get reloaded, and I'm thinking, well, there's two chances I've definitely screwed him up. I'm sort of sitting there thinking about what to do, and he gobbles.