Ryan Rothstein

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my turkey hunting career, it’s that you never know quite what you’re going to get. I’ve had years where turkey hunting seemed easy. This year was not one of those.
It was a year in which not much seemed to work. I tried almost every call in my vest. I called frequently. I called sparingly. I called loud. I called soft.

If I have it my way, by the time you read this, I’ll have punched my turkey tag. As it is, I’m ruminating on a gobbler that has me intrigued, and I don’t know that I have a great plan to get close to him.
I typically hunt Minnesota’s Season A unless we are still piled up with snow. Occasionally, I’ll slip into Season B. But rarely do I go much beyond that because I just prefer early season turkey hunting. Well, prior commitments and weather are not playing nice for me this year, so I’m staring down the third season as my go-to plan.