I've been after the same group of Tom's all season long. The first couple of days they were talking but then went totally silent. I tried every combination of decoys and calling with absolutely no luck. Those Tom's would look my way but would never leave their hens. They definitely had a pattern going so I decided to put together an ambush. I decided no decoys and no calling. They always entered a stubble field from the same spot every morning after fly down. I really only had an idea of where they were roosting but decided to try to get between their roost area and the stubble field. This morning I headed out a lot earlier and put the plan in action. As soon as it started to get light those Tom's lit up in the trees. Finally some gobbling! I knew there was 4 good Tom's and a couple Jakes in there and they all were going nuts. Suddenly I saw a bird fly down and start heading for the field. Turned out to be the biggest hen I've ever seen. She got to the field and kept right on going, yelping all the way. I turned to face the direction she flew down from just in time to see a Tom hit the ground and start strutting. As he came around a big old cotton wood and stretched his neck out to gobble I put the bead on his head a squeezed off a round. It was a long shot but it dropped him in his tracks. Turned out to be a little over 24 lbs, 10 1/8" inch beard and 1" spurs. I know one of the other ones is bigger but this old guy wasn't waiting any longer.