In his latter years, when people asked “how are you?” my father had a standard response. “Vertical.” Beyond that baseline he wasn’t much more informative. “Getting older’s not for puss**s” he’d opine, and leave it at that. Copy that. As a quinquagenarian, I’ve found that my shooting-related skills have degraded. Crimson Trace feels my pain. Crimson Trace Aids Aging America their ammoland,com presser proclaims, using an image that begs for the caption “GET OFF OF MY LAWN!” Hey is that Bill Murray? Let me get my glasses. I think that’s their point . . .
“Along with aging comes a common problem—failing eyesight. Older Crimson Trace customers regularly report having difficulty seeing the rear sight, front sight, and target (three focal planes) required as a normal sight picture when shooting a firearm.”
Needless to say, CT has the answer . . .
Those same gun owning customers report that the bright red or green dot generated from a Crimson Trace laser sight—and visible on the target—renews their confidence.
“The Crimson Trace Customer Service Center receives phone calls on a daily basis from older citizens who have trouble aiming because of diminished eyesight—a common factor in aging,” reports Nate Hoke, Crimson Trace Director of Customer Service. “Those same customers enthusiastically report their Crimson Trace laser sights make all the difference in improving their accuracy—and restoring confidence—by being so easy to see on the target.”
The brilliant Crimson Trace red and green laser dots are highly visible on the target—one focal plane—by any shooter who has the company’s laser sights installed and activated.
None of my handguns are laser-equipped. Lasers are way better for shooting from “unconventional positions” (e.g., flat on your a**), but they can reduce life-saving situational awareness, by encouraging eye fixation. (Follow the bouncing ball folks!) Looks like I’m going to have to set those concerns to one side as my reaction time slows, my motor skills lessen and my eyesight fails. OK, now I’m depressed. Still, as Dad used to say, getting older beats the alternative.