Out at the range with another friend and my youngest son shooting clays yesterday. I did okay, but some that I was I sure of when I pulled the trigger just kept sailing on. Meanwhile, my son was hammering them. All of them. We tried two off the machine thrower and one added in with a hand thrower, he would break all three. Up, crossing, skimming low, he hit them.
Young eyes, good reflexes, it doesn’t matter what excuse I use, he has passed me by. The clock is always ticking, sometimes you can hear it louder than others.
It was good shooting and I was proud to see it.