Yeah well,... when the eyesight starts to go as we age,... and we STILL flip/launch those GD rebound springs into space, I prefer a little bit more of sanity.

I can no longer "...get all those cattle to self-insert their own heads/necks into my noose for an easy rope-in', aka round-up..." Screw all the details! I now DO KNOW that I need help picking up a dang toothpick!

Your mileage may vary, HOWEVER, that "sandy" bee-ahtch that I fantasize about, in paradise,... does make it as bit more difficult in the long run to think about how it all ends...

Gettin' old ain't no fun, 'specially when those fingers/digits start quitin' on ya'... If your old enough, you understand, if not then just wait... You're next... As for me, I'll take the new-fangled special device for old hands...