I intended to bring you a post today about Sunday afternoon’s action. I’ll give you a hint, it took place at the spot I found after turkey hunting Friday. But The Old Man intervened in my schedule. He called this afternoon and asked me if I wanted to go investigate the flooded Marais Des Cygne valley and try to find some fish to shoot. I convinced him last year to buy a bowfishing rig but he really hadn’t had an opportunity to use it yet. After tying down some loose ends in the office (and leaving a huge pile of paperwork for tomorrow) I met up with him and we headed south.
A couple of miles before my intended spot we ran out of road. The water was deep enough and fast enough that we weren’t going to cross it, even in a big diesel. So we got out, picked up our bows, and started wading. It took us a few shots to get warmed up but when we did it was pretty good action. The water was too muddy to see more than a foot but we focused on where the fish were crossing the road and swimming upstream. In those places we could see their swirls and wakes and occasionally even see the fish itself. For the most part the fish were swimming all around us but it was difficult to see anything to shoot at.
When we ran out of sunlight we had 18 fish including 3 buffalo in the 20 pound range and gar that weighed 15 and 13.
The Old Man with the biggest fish of the shoot:
Not a bad way to start your bowfishing career, eh?
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