I went hunting this morning. I got set up on a tree line listening to gobblers going crazy in the roost. I hit the slate a few times before the fly down. When they left the roost they pitched right for me. There is another tree line between me and where they hit the ground. The Tom kept getting louder and louder and then BANG! someone cut me off and killed that bird. I was shocked and kind of scared considering I was supposed to be the only one out there.I was pretty ticked. I think the land was poached. He knew where they were at because they have been there each morning this week but I couldn't get them in range. He knew exactly what he was doing.