Went with my Dad wednesday morning to do some calling for him. Damp and mid 50s made for a quiet set up and no extra clothes….perfect. 
As the grey turned into light a Tom about 150 yards up the ridge started firing up and did so constantly for about a 1/2 hour. I called once to let him know where the little lady in waiting was. About 5:40 he flew out into the field over a crest so we couldn’t see him. He started gobbling again so I made a few soft calls to bring him our way. He was willing to cooperate. Soon we saw him come over the rise gobbling and strutting the whole way. He was at 100 yards and it was going to be over soon. Then a hen soared past us and landed right next to Tommy…not good I was thinking. 
She started clucking and making all kinds of noise so I started cutting her off and the old lady was pissed…she b-lined to us bringing Tom with. They were about 27 yards when Dad put him down. 
Just shy of 21 lbs. Very exciting and a great father, son bonding experience. 
Dave
Not many hunts unfold like the one you described above. Gobbling on the roost, flying down, gobbling, strutting all the way in from a long distance… I’m sure this is a hunt that you and your dad will remember for a very long time!
The woods were too open to stalk at that time and it was before we had any rain in this area so I sounded like an elephant coming through the woods when I did try to sneak in…very crunchy leaves. Rather have Pops get him anyway though. Good luck Lives4PT! 