This fellow came the closest to me and you can see some of the battle scars on his purple air sacks from the fights.
The dance includes the stomping of feet, rubbing the two middle tail feathers together while the tail is held high, puffing out the purple air sacks on the neck and extending the bright yellow combs on the head, spreading the wings and dancing in circles. All this to attract the females. Show-offs.
Here a hen comes in and surveys the 20 males looking for a suitable mate. Breeding happens so fast with Sharptails, that by the time you realize something is happening it is over. I have never been able to capture the breeding being done.
After the sun came up, a young male tried to horn in on the dominate males near the middle of the lek. First one of the older males would chase him, running through the thick dead grass or flying after him. I was lucky enough to capture a couple of these chases.
Just another great start of a wild day in Idaho.