As the opening of upland bird season approaches, my trigger finger has taken an abrupt turn to the right.
It doesn’t appear to be political. More likely it’s the result of 70 years of use and abuse.
I hope it still works. The options are few.
A left-handed shooter, I could learn to shoot right-handed except the trigger finger on that hand is a joint short following a run-in years ago with an electric saw.
I could switch fingers. The middle finger on my left hand remains relatively unscathed. I’m afraid, however, that to make it work I’d have to lop off a bit of the crooked index fin...