One time I played with one from flydown until about 1130 because a hen got in the mix and took him away.
I used that as my excuse to take a lunch break and nap in the woods. This was while we lived in MN for a few years so opening week of turkey season is still pretty cold. No ticks yet so I napped on the ground where I gave up on him for now.
Around 1230 I was woken up by a gobble, I prayed that it was real and not just a dream, then he gobbled again. Came from where I last heard him and the hen. About 30 minutes later that bird was dead.
I used to have a screenshot of texts between me and a friend when I said I was just woken up by a gobble. He replied that mid day gobbling birds want to die, go get him. Then about 30 mins later I sent him a pic of me holding his legs to show the spurs.
Sometimes you just gotta be patient and wait them out. Patience is the most effective turkey killing tool there is.