I'm pretty much like Big Fin( Randy) although not as successful at killing big bulls, but I still have about a 95% success ratio in elk hunting.
I will be turning 76 this year.The last five years have been tough to keep it it.I have not missed an elk season in over 40 years,and don't plan to in the near future.However, I have had to make compromises. Big camp pack ins turned into camping in a camper at trailheads and riding in every day.Taller mules were sold and shorter ones bought so I throw a saddle on. The .06 got a muzzle break due to a bad shoulder..I am usually done hunting for the day at noon. Elk quarters had to be cut in smaller pieces so I could load them. With all that, in 2018 though, I killed a darn nice 6 x 6 on a solo hunt. Only me and two mules. Processed it in the field myself at just shy of 11,000 feet and got it back to camp in two loads.Only concession was I had to ask two guys to help me unload it.
Why would someone choose to smack a little white ball around and then chase it or sit in a stadium with 10,000 other people watch guys chase foot ball around when they could be out in God's country?
When I die , I want to slide into home base thinking it was a hell of a ride.
