Growing up, my father and I always considered the opener of Minnesota’s gun season as the end of our bow season. The properties we hunted all had plenty of shotgun groups with permission as well, so we handed over the keys to the woods to the orange army. It never bothered me much, for the first week or so. But it didn’t take long before the urge to get into a stand would take over. Eventually, I found a few places where I could bowhunt mid-week...