tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568087049707971913.post1413821346851833093..comments2022-08-16T05:23:32.989-04:00Comments on Wingshot: The YipsMark Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00105837142551567890noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568087049707971913.post-66419491237609956092010-09-25T01:34:55.462-04:002010-09-25T01:34:55.462-04:00You know... it's not the years that get you, i...You know... it's not the years that get you, it's the mileage. In my own right, I guess I'm resolved to the fact that eventually I will grow less impressive as a shooter than I was in my twenties or thirties, and will likely suffer at the trigger as I get older and less coordinated. On the other hand, now I have the wisdom to know where to look for birds so I no longer have to look all over hell's half acre to find game. I recall many years as a young man burning through boot leather just trying to figure out how see a bird. I guess it's all in how you look at it. Me, I'm just happy to be vertical and still get a chance to see my dogs work. <br /><br />Relative to your diagnosis, I took a shooting lesson from Dale Tate some years ago. He drilled something into my head that has stuck with me to this day every time I raise a gun to my cheek, "head on gun, have more fun." Line of sight has to be on the barrel. If you think about it, the peeks are the single most damning habit a guy can fall in to. It could be over simplifying but more often than not, it's the most likely culprit. I'm sure you'll get it straightened out. Great blog!Gary Thompsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15023031956233923783noreply@blogger.com