I hiked around a half mile back along a trail looking for tracks and calling. At one point I thought maybe I heard a distant gobble. I hiked a couple hundred yards more and definitely heard a gobble that time. I moved forward 50 yards to a good setup and called. They gobbled immediately at 100 yards or so l. They went quiet for 10 minutes then the next gobble was close but out of sight. It was loud enough that I wasn't completely sure the exact direction. Then the drumming got really loud and I knew it was a touch farther right just before three gobblers popped over the edge of the trail farther right than expected at 35 yards.
One was strutting with two flanking. They knew something was up immediately. I must have cut more than my eyes their direction. They clucked and started high stepping. I wanted to shoot the strutter but I shot the first one that I could get the red dot on as they broke to run and came out from behind a big tree. I hit him lower than I wanted but it killed him stone dead.
It really is ridiculous that I killed another this weekend but it just all fell in place. I stood there thinking this can't even be real to fill three tags like this on the last weekend. I really have been given a better season than deserved.
Just an FYI, this is not normal on public land here. This is a lot of luck. I really should buy a lottery ticket.
Pretty similar to the way I approach turkey hunting also.