I met the A36 brothers, the three of them including Cracroft, one afternoon in August 2003. They were fishing just outside Telegraph Cove, Vancouver Island, and they were so kind to swim around our boat for a while. It was raining a little, fairly big waves, soaked feet, green faces. There was a naturalist with us, she pointed to Cracroft.
Cracroft was the oldest of the brothers. He was the one with the straight dorsal fin.
That summer, the slope in front of the harbour had just been clear cut.