Findley, on the other hand, mastered his snorkel and finns. He took to them quite naturally and by mid-week, he was spending most of his water time snorkeling in search of crayfish and small mouth bass. Dean was more than happy to join in, turning over rocks and pointing out potential hiding spots for the crayfish.
I can only imagine what next year will be like – both of them out in the water together, getting along and helping each other, while I sit under an umbrella on the dock with a cocktail reading a book. I know I’m dreaming, but it does sound nice, doesn’t it?