The physical changes that comes with age are more concerning to me in the middle of a cattail bog than however those changes affect gun fit.
Drew' first four, warrants more consideration for me than the need to change the stock dimensions of all the guns in my safe.
I can't surrender to the role of blocker. I would rather miss a bird flushed deep in the grunch, than to shoot pass shoot one flushed by others.
Striking more deeply into my heart is knowing and seeing age changing my good dogs' physical being as much as mine. Now 72, I know that when they, or more correctly, when the youngest no longer can hunt, neither will I. I am too old to start and finish the kind of dog that has served me so well this last half century.
Someone else can change the guns' dimensions.
