To say I get excited is an understatement. When I invite people and I want them to have a good shoot (since two of them drove over four hours to get there) I try to make it happen. I guess I may need to reconsider what a good shoot is, but it was stress level delta for me. Ya Ray cleaned up a pile of birds for me, that is for sure. I shot the hen out of frustration, and it happened exactly as he said. However, I may have shot a few more birds had the "incoming missile" siren/alarm not been going off in our hole. Shoulda, woulda, coulda, we got 43 (wait 42 one ran away) in two quick hunts one mile from my house, despite it all, with the Bitterroot mountains as a backdrop, and 5k birds working the next corn field. Pretty cool.