Bow-fishing by moonlight.

Madison, Wisconsin is not rural, but this that I saw from the balcony of my mother’s rather upscale condo was something from a moist, tiny-town, bayou film in the 70s.

The marsh is alive with critters.  Four men on a tiny, flat, motorized raft shine lights into the thick water.  One of them, using a bow and arrow, shoots fish?  I think? The men, all standing or crouching, laugh and whoop (when fish are harpooned and pulled on a string onto the deck).  Thin moon, dark, the air thick with insects and bats, hanging humidity.   I talk to Steph on the cellular, whisper for fear the fish-stickers will hear me and know I know what they’re doing. Their little boat buzzes and echoes.

Is attracting fish to a light to shoot them with a bow and arrow legal?  It was very pretty.


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Geoff Herbach. I am the author of Stupid Fast and Nothing Special, among a bunch of other stuff. When I'm not writing, I teach writing at Minnesota State, Mankato.

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