This season, thus far, has been adventuresome, but the older sodas & torpedoes I seek have, as yet, remained elusive. Nonetheless, my u/w scooter has taken me to places I've neverseen, in my quest for new hunting grounds. This underwater wandering is addictive! Yesterday, I was rewarded with a nice old black glass bottle, probably tossed into the river about 120 years ago by a log driver. Imagining who last held a find and what their life was like never gets old!