No, I just needed to walk through where he was and figured he would move, but he stood his ground. We stared at each other for a minute, then I tried to shoo him out of the way. He didn't even flinch. I pointed the the handle of my 9 iron towards him and he was like " Alright Punk , It's ON now!" and bit my knee. Before I knew it I was standing in the bed of my pickup with him storming back and forth below. I gained a new respect for ducks that day.