An old man I know goes out hunting a few times a year. He's got a bad back, has had his hip replaced, is going to have a knee done. Because of all this, he can't climb into a tree stand anymore. Sitting on the ground causes him pain and he has trouble getting up because of stiffness. But everytime, he looks around at the fall woods, smells the leaves in the air, and says "Well, I'm still hunting"
