I poked him, he was leaning against the side of the plane staring out the window. I poked him again. And he didn't move. "Peter, come on, we landed."I...grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back against the seat. He was asleep, he was a really deep sleeper. I grabbed his shoulders, and shock him like crazy, and he finally woke up. "What?" he muttered, sitting up straight, and rubbed his eyes. He had a red mark on the side of his face where he had been asleep against the wall. I laughed at it, and. Of course my first response was, ‘How much you want for one,’ Being a Duck Hunter I had always thought of getting a dog that could retrieve but most of the time I lived in apartments but now I was living at the lake, hunting frequently, with the Texas wilderness as my back yard. ‘You can’t afford these dogs,’ Dave replied. ‘Oh, what makes you say that?’ I asked. I was squatted down beside the two hungry puppies getting a better look. They were not Identical at all, one was smaller than the. He said that one scout from one of the schools had told him in confidence that they were afraid Pick was building up a dynasty, kind of like what John Wooden had built for the UCLA basketball program.My parents knew, and probably Pick knew, but nobody else was aware that I had every intention of signing up with Florida. Pick Cropper was the first to show his faith in me, and he had Jesse Wilhoit playing for him. I thought I would fit in well there.My dad, meanwhile, was so happy that he. We heard the whine of the bow thruster’s electric motor pushing the bow away from the dock a little, so we wouldn’t scratch the new paint, as we pulled out from the dock.We shut down the work lights, and came back into the pilothouse. Daddy checked the indicators for the sail drives to make sure they were pointed the right way to move the boat straight ahead. He gently moved the two throttles forward to the first click, and “Wings” began to move forward.Daddy was concentrating hard, but he.