I haven't been hearing much at all in the way of gobbling at my normal spots. I know the birds are there, they've just been quiet. So I hit the woods this morning planning on a day of running n gunning if the birds didn't come in to my initial setup. I got settled in a little before 5:30, about 100 yards from a regular roosting site. Daylight came and went and I didn't hear a thing. I sat until 7:30 and called lightly just incase they had roasted close but left the trees silently. No dice. Time to put the boots to work. I started out along a ridge top, calling every 100 yards. At 8 a.m. I heard one lone gobble. I don't even think he responded to my cutting, he just happened to gobble about 20 seconds after I had called. I got set up, and called softly over the next 45 minutes with no response. At one point, I thought I coud hear scratching in the leaves just down over the edge of the ridge, but out of sight. I just happened to glance over to my right, and there stood a gobbler about 15 yards away. I couldn't get a good look at his beard, but it didn't matter because there was no way I could move for a shot. He was 180 degrees from where I was set up, expecting the birds to come from. Soon, he was followed by two other gobblers, both of which were clearly jakes. No big deal, since last week I had seen a group of 5 jakes together. I just assumed that was them, and let them pass by without attempting a shot. I didn't really have one anyway, nor did I want to shoot a jake. I checked my watch and it was 9 a.m. I told myself I'd wait until 9:30, and then continue my walk. I called a few more times, and about 9:20 decided I was going to pack up and move. I cutt loudly one last time, just to see if anything was close. Nada. For some reason, I looked at my watch again, and said to myself, no, stay until 9:30. Five minutes later I heard walking behind me and to my right. I rolled my eyes as far as I could, and could just make out the shape of a turkey coming out of the hemlocks, and cutting behind me. I froze, as he passed a mere five yards behind me. I could hear him walking the whole time, and he never stopped. When he got to my left, but still behind me, I turned my head that way. He was walking straight away from me. I got turned, and got my gun up. He was about to head down over the edge of the ridge when he crossed through one last opening. I clucked, and he stopped and turned towards me. At that point I saw his beard, and pulled the trigger. The hevi 13 7's destroyed him at 30 yards. I've killed a decent number of gobblers, and never had one weigh over 20 lbs until this one. I don't know where everyone kills these 22-24 lb birds! Anyway, he had a thin 9 1/4 inch beard, 7/8 inch and 1 inch spurs, and tipped the scales at 21 lbs even. I'm glad I stuck around those extra few minutes! Kinda makes a guy wonder how many birds he's walked away from or spooked, that 10 more minutes of waiting would have killed!