Got to my property a little later than I wanted to (as usual). It was plenty daylight. Walked in and listened for a good bit and heard nothing. I let out a few yelps on the wingbone and had one gobble immediately. Problem was that he was a good ways off. Waited for a minute and yelped again and he answered immediately but in the same spot (I think he was still on roost). Waited a little longer for my next series of calls and when I did, he had cut the distance in half and was probably 100 to 150 yards away. I decided to shut up and wait. After maybe 20 minutes of silence I was just about to hit the call again when exploded about TEN yards behind me and to my left. It was raining so I couldn't hear crap, never knew was there. He came around and was going past me and I spooked him a little trying to get into shooting position. Just as he was starting to take off, he turned quartering away giving me a good head shot at twenty yards. Dropped like a sack of taters. At the "Plantation" I have a self imposed limit of one, so I am done and ready to go fishing. Everyone enjoy the rest of the season!