I killed one about 20 years ago in the high mountains of southwestern pennsylvania. Woke up to a coating of wet snow on may 5th....... the at turkey had about 10 hens and gobbled his head off on the limb. They flew down to me and I drug the lead hen right into my lap with all the others and the stutter bringing up the rear. I killed him at 20 yards with the rest of the hens closer still.
The hardest part is trying to hide against a big oak coated in wet snow. I felt like I was sitting on the yellow line of a highway. No way to hide. How they did not pick me out I will never know.