He died. 7:35am. 20.5 lbs, 1 1/8 in spurs. 10 inch beard. He was silent on the roost this morning. Very foggy here. I waited til about 6:20 and let out a series of soft yelps. He fired back. I got set up and waited. Nothing. A gobble 10 minutes later farther out the valley. I hightailed to get in front of him on the logging road as this logging road makes a U around a ridge. I was on the bottom side of the logging road as he has been crossing it and going down we're they had logged last year. Boom, gobble above me maybe 75 yards. I decide to get out a little ahead and set up just off the logging road thinking he was going to cross soon. Set up, soft purrs, a few soft clucks and shut up. Nothing. 10 minutes later he gobbles out ahead of me still on the side of the ridge between the U shaped logging road. I decide to back around and approach from the top road and get above him. Hightailed around get on top and he gobbles out in front of me in a bend in the road maybe 60 yards. I immediately plop down off the road against a big oak. He gobbles again. I can tell he is on the road now right around the bend. I give two purrs and wait. 5 minutes later ( which seemed like an hour) I see him turning the corner. He looked for his lady and when he didn't see her on that road he wasn't gonna stick around. 47 yards. Boom, the 1300 roared and he crumbled. I have never felt the way I did at that moment. He was a smart old bird that I have no doubt played this game in years past and I am proud to have my tag on him. I still have my second tag but in all honesty I was so dedicated to killing this bird I don't know if I'm going to go back out. I'm completely drained.