Went with my dad this morning to try and get him a bird. The morning started off slow with only hear a few distant gobbles. We hung in there because we knew the birds have really been using the strip of woods in a bottom. About 830 I gave a series of yelps and thought I heard a distant gobble. Waited a few minutes and heard him sounding off in the distance. We got up to move in a little tighter and after walking about 25 yds I realized he was closing the distance. Gave one more series of calls and he cut me off, told my dad I wasn't calling again. He hung up at about 65 yds gobbling his head off. 10 minutes later he couldn't stand it and came right down my dad's barrel to 30 yards.