This morning I had planned on hunting a big ridge that runs east/ west for several miles. Pulled up and a truck is parked there, so I went down to the next road and started walking. Walked for a good ways stopped to see were I was on my iPhone map, and I heard one gobble twice. I had already walked past him, so I headed back towards were I came from crossed the creek and started climbing up the hill. He would gobble once every five or ten minutes. I finally got on the same plane as him, and he was heading my way. I just sat down and called softly one time( I don't think he even heard me) he just kept walking right towards me so I just sat there and waited. I eventually saw him and he gobbled at forty yards. I shot him at 30yds. The first shot hit him and he went to running around in circles. After several follow up shots and a brief struggle between man and turkey I finally emerged victorious. He weighed 19lbs 13oz. 9.5in beard. Matching 3/4 in Spurs.