Where I grew up we used a machete and a spotlight, we'd find where they roost on a gate or low branch and go out at night.
My old hunting partner and I once went out and got thirty turkeys for a big dinner. We drove out to a tree where I knew they were roosting, when we got there you couldn't walk under the tree standing up but by the time we finished we had to reach up to touch a branch, they weighted the tree down so much. We popped them in the head with a .22. There were some big gobblers in that bunch.
