The Yakima Herald-Republic ran a great piece on 94-year-old NRA Member Gordon Blossom & his time on the hunt.
Outdoorsman stronger with age
THORP -- The leathery lines on Gordon Blossom's tanned face speak of a life emphatically spent outdoors, under summer sun and elk-season snowfall.
He's wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with "2003 Chukar Run," a reference to the game bird so popular among Washington hunters.
A burly NRA buckle holds up his jeans; a black-and-orange camou cap covers his close-cropped white hair. The grip in his handshake is steady and strong, as if the 94-year-old man behind it is ready to arm-wrestle you at the first provocation.
And when he leans back into his living-room rocker, his head rests against the T-shirt draped over the back of the chair. Its message: "Old Guys Rule."
At the moment, at least, with Gordon Blossom what you see is definitely what you get.
The Depression-era kid shooting rabbits to put dinner on the family table is now a grizzled conservationist who only last month took an elk during a Master Hunter hunt designed to remove crop-damaging wildlife. That his hunting range has dwindled over that time from upwards of 20 boot-tread miles to perhaps a mile is not the toll of those eight-plus decades.
He'd almost certainly still be hauling his rifle up and over those far ridges, in fact, had he not ruptured both Achilles tendons two years ago.
Do they still hurt?
"Oh yeah, but I crawl around after the elk anyway," he says with a grin and a sigh. "Yeah, I've had a good life. I got a deal with my doctor: He's supposed to keep me alive and well so I can get my elk when I'm 100."
Read the rest of the story here.