John Dracon
John Dracon
Gentlemen - Sorry if it appears I'm raining on our parade of ideas with my comments on age. Obviously, each person's health is on its own time table. As I near 75, I instinctively reach for lower power binoculars for a reason. I'm simply not as steady as I once was, and we all know what that means when birding. Older folks who do a lot of looking can train themselves to a degree to minimize the factors of age to be sure.
About a year ago I was out on a walk with a friend on a back country highway, he on one side and I on the other. I thought I was moving along at a good clip, until I glanced over to him. My God, he looked slow! But I couldn't say, but for the grace of God go I since I'm already there.
Being steady reminds me of a story. In 1967, I lived in a remote area of southcentral Montana. Mule deer were plentiful and hunting pressure was low. A friend from a city telephoned me and asked me to take him and his two adolescent children on a hunt. So we piled into my universal jeep with fourteen year old son and twelve year old daughter in the back. We ran across a small herd of mule deer with a mature buck. The distance was about 200 yards, a long but doable shot for a rifle with a scope. The young lad took his rifle, sat down with a sling on and took a shot. He missed, and the deer including the buck ran off.
Back at the jeep, his sister began to chide him for missig the shot. Both were enrolled in marksmanship classes - small bore. He of course was disappointed and did not take kindly to his sister's persistent comments on his shooting ability. So I decided to intervene with some of my own comments. I asked her she could have hit the deer. She replied, "Yes." I then commented that one had to be pretty steady to shoot that well. Her reply was "I'm pretty steady," said in a matter of fact way. Hmmmmm.
I lost track of the family, but about ten years later the local paper had a front page feature. The young lady had just won the gold metal in the Olympics for the United States in the air rifle category. She beat the world's best men. Yes, she was "pretty steady."
John
About a year ago I was out on a walk with a friend on a back country highway, he on one side and I on the other. I thought I was moving along at a good clip, until I glanced over to him. My God, he looked slow! But I couldn't say, but for the grace of God go I since I'm already there.
Being steady reminds me of a story. In 1967, I lived in a remote area of southcentral Montana. Mule deer were plentiful and hunting pressure was low. A friend from a city telephoned me and asked me to take him and his two adolescent children on a hunt. So we piled into my universal jeep with fourteen year old son and twelve year old daughter in the back. We ran across a small herd of mule deer with a mature buck. The distance was about 200 yards, a long but doable shot for a rifle with a scope. The young lad took his rifle, sat down with a sling on and took a shot. He missed, and the deer including the buck ran off.
Back at the jeep, his sister began to chide him for missig the shot. Both were enrolled in marksmanship classes - small bore. He of course was disappointed and did not take kindly to his sister's persistent comments on his shooting ability. So I decided to intervene with some of my own comments. I asked her she could have hit the deer. She replied, "Yes." I then commented that one had to be pretty steady to shoot that well. Her reply was "I'm pretty steady," said in a matter of fact way. Hmmmmm.
I lost track of the family, but about ten years later the local paper had a front page feature. The young lady had just won the gold metal in the Olympics for the United States in the air rifle category. She beat the world's best men. Yes, she was "pretty steady."
John