I went out this morning where I heard the gobbler yesterday while I was working another bird. I got there before daylight and was standing at the edge of the gas line until daylight. Then he gobbled but I couldn't pin point him right away, the wind was blowing some. I finally heard him when he was on the ground. I walked in about a hundred yards and set up on him.
I let out a series of yelps and he gobbled. I yelped again and he answered back but was getting closer. I quit calling and got my gun up. A few minutes later I saw him sneaking through the laurel. He stopped at the edge of a little opening, he was 15 yards away and I let him half it. I blew the top of his head off. This was 6:20am.
Here's some pics, first the Jake from yesterday then his daddy:
9 3/4 inch beard
3/4 inch spurs