After all those weeks and stalking two distinct and LOUD birds, we got nothing.
Sure, I saw the older of the long beards twice. Once he peeked over a ridge and decided to duck down again. Another time he came right up the hill always behind a huge tree...and ran like heck back down.
The last time I saw him he was two feet from the bottom stairs of my camp's back porch. There he was watching a hen eat bird food.
And, of course, he's gobbling all the more now the season is done.
I'll get him next year.