While sitting at the edge of a small ravine, surrounded by timber on the surrounding hilltops, I called to some gobblers to the east. They answered initially, but after an hour moved off. I moved closer three different times and finally heard another call from the direction in which they had walked.
The next call I heard about 15 minutes later came from behind me to the south from just over a hilltop. I swung around just in time to see this tom come over the hill right toward me.
I celebrated the victory with my son Kaden! The beard was 9½ inches long and the spurs where an inch each.