So on Christmas Eve in 1980-something, I was flying back home across southern Illinois and talking with ZKC. I was pretty much the only low-altitude guy in the sector.
somewhere west of Decatur, the controller called a primary-only target 12 o’clock and 3 miles. I looked hard and was sure I had a visual.
We went back and forth with traffic reports for about 15 minutes at which point the controller told me to “Disregard, the primary has resolved to 9 discreet targets. It’s clearly a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer”
try that S$&t. Today....😁