Oh, man...too many to go through. One day I called in 12 different Toms/Jakes, but none would get close enough...just madness that morning. Then I went out the next morning, called one in to 20 yards, shot it, and went home. The previous morning was more fun than the day I killed one!
Just last year I had two crazy ones...with a buddy and surrounded by four gobbling their heads off, each at 50-60 yards on four sides of us for probably 30 minutes...couldn't get it done on any of them. We named one of them Laryngitis because he sounded like a 50 year smoker. After they moved off, walked up the ridge to another gobbling bird that also hung up, so I held up a turkey fan my buddy had, crawled about 20 yards through some weeds, and killed that one.
Later that year, I was hunting with my dad at separate parts of the farm. Heard a shot from over by Dad, and only one, so knew Dad killed. Worked my way toward him from behind and right of him only to see a strutter in the field right in front of his blind. As I'm game planning getting close enough to this bird to shoot him myself, BOOM! Turns out the shot was a neighbor, and got to see Pop blast a giant. Caught me off guard, and it really caught him off guard when I started running at it after he shot!
Good question!
Ryan