As I prepare for surgery, again, I couldn’t help but think of my last range trip. How I couldn’t shoot any big bores with the ease and finesse of my youth. I was astonished, upset, embarrassed, and humbled. Is this what growing old has in store for me? I’m already the one that gets more than a little ridicule for the ancient wheel gun on my hip. Am I doomed to be the one with high dollar.22lr taking all day to draw a smiley face on the target? Does anyone else face these kinds of dilemma?