As a youngster in the boy scouts, I once participated in a “snipe hunt” during a camping trip.
One of the counselors took 5-6 of us into the woods as he described how to scare a snipe into the open. It involved, as others have said above, making loud noises until the snipe was flushed from the bushes and into our waiting, open trash bags. Finally, we came to a spot when the counselor announced that he had spotted one darting under a distant bush. He instructed us to surround the large bush as he went in the flush out the snipe. We circled the bush and hollered out little hearts out. We heard some “bird-like” noises coming the bush, some yelling, and then the counselor emerged. “Did you see it? Where did it go?” Of course, somehow none of us saw the “lightning fast bird”. But, to show that it was real, the counselor displayed his bloody finger. “The bird bit me then took off!” We were amazed. Many years later, I learned that he had, of course, bit his own finger (and drew blood!) just to keep the illusion alive.
I’m still amazed, but for a different reason.