Saw my first rolling flush ever in Kansas, when 20+ pheasants busted all around me and my dog like a covey of quail, which so overloaded my senses that I couldn't pick out hens from roosters until they were sailing 50 yards away. I took 2 long, poor shots and then just stood and watched successive waves of between 2 & 5 pheasants following the first group out of the field and over the horizon...
When it was all done and I had gathered my jaw up off the ground, a rooster flushed from not 5 feet behind me as I vainly tried to stuff 2 more shells into my shotgun.
Somehow, nothing about the story disappoints me.