Ah, Captain Finley on the whistle--this summer on the Cumberland--I was in the Forward Cabin Lounge on a very hot afternoon, and spied a herd of cows, half-in, half-out of the river. I just KNEW he would blow the whistle at them--the only man I know who can MOO at cows! They were a little uneasy to begin with ("What's that thing, anyway?"), but when it mooed at them, they very slowly e-a-s-e-d their way back on to the land. No messing with that big cow!! Cap, you are the best!