The short story is that he did disappear. We got within 70 yards, close enough to hear him drumming, but like so many other Osceola’s, he followed a hot hen away from us. Everybody in our crew – Shawn, ranch manager Wayne Shelby and videographer Chuck Sumner – was deflated. It showed in our body language as we shuffled back to the truck. It showed in the silence as we drove back to the lodge and loaded our bags. And it showed in Shawn’s face as we pulled onto Highway 19 and pointed the Suburban north to Vandy Collins’ plantation.