When I was a boy (a half-century ago) there was a gentleman in our neighborhood who was 86 years young and still hunting. The last time I saw Mr. Cecil on the dove field he weighted about 80 lbs. soaking wet and every time he'd shoot the shotgun would knock him down. We were about fifty yards away from him on a fence line when he shot and went down for the first time. My dad went running over to help him and Mr. Cecil said, "long as you see me getting up, don't worry 'bout me. When I ain't getting up, then you can come running." That man shot all afternoon and never stopped getting up.
I know this ain't bowhunting, but there's a lesson for all, I think.
Topic: 81 years old (Read 385 times)
