My friend Joe came out with me on Sunday. He had been spearing with his uncle as a kid, but hadn't been out in years. We had a good time and saw a lot of fish, but they were mostly sheepshead and no sturgeon. Lonny Ziemer, the guide who provided the equipment and shack for us, put us in six feet of water and we could see to the bottom relatively easily. One guy in the group speared a sturgeon that was about 40 inches and several others missed their shots at fish, so it was a day full of activity, but we had no idea since we never left our shack for longer than a trip to the car parked 20 feet away.
There's a chance I'll try to get out again this weekend if the season is still in full swing, but it's starting to look unlikely that I'll be able to pull it off. If I can't get out, I'll have to try to do it again next year. I had a blast and am now hooked.
Here are a few photos from Saturday and Sunday:
The view down the hole Saturday 
My home for the weekend
The view down the hole on Sunday Look back soon for a post about going pheasant hunting with my dad and his dog, Sasha. It was her first time out and it was quite an experience.
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