He has been shooting registered matches since the Truman administration, and he can still call his shots before the spotter confirms them. At ninety-four, he is the oldest competitor on the national rolls, and he has no intention of stopping.
“People ask what my secret is,” he says, laughing. “There isn’t one. You pay attention. For seventy years.”
The shot he is proudest of missing
In 1961, leading a national aggregate by two points, he called a flyer he alone had seen and asked the range officer to score it against him. He lost the match. He has never regretted it, and he will tell you, without prompting, that it is the only score he still remembers.
