Well…it’s hard to call it spearfishing when you’re the only one who shoots a fish…and to be fair, mine was only a bluegill….and not really worth shooting. But I did carry a speargun for some very nice dives. The trip yielded its usual amount of humor, Amish, and dead armadillos….and we added some crow flying distances on the way as well. On the way home, we hurried to make the eclipse…..except a large thunderstorm impeded our view. It was dark, though!
