Bowfishing for Carp in the Hammett Valley
As we motored down the Snake River in the twilight of a 100-degree summer night, I looked at my companions, Caleb and Randal, and smiled. “Archers!!” I cried above the hum of the jet motor. “Loose!!!” Maybe it was the delicious burgers Captain Tim Parrish had fed us pregame, or maybe it stemmed from my…