Several weeks ago, I was riding inside the Flatwoods loop and cut off a big old tom from the shelter of the trees. When he realized he was caught out in the open he started running like crazy, head and neck way out in front, paralleling me off to my right as I rode on the trail. When he saw he wasn't gaining any ground on me, he lifted off with a huge racket, blew right across the trail in front of me, and flew off into the trees. I was laughing my @$$ off at the spectacle of it all. As silly as they look on the ground they can do some flying when it's called for!