I'm 81 and with two bad knees, any serious walking on uneven ground is out of the question. Still. I want to do a hunt of some king so I do a cull hunt on a private ranch. I get to rife around in a nice warm pickup truck till we spot a cow elk, the guide stops, I get out, use the truck hood for a rest and et my meat. Not my favorite way to do things but I'm legally handicapped that I can get a form signed by my doctor that allows me to shoot from the truck without getting out. So far I haven't fallen quite that far but probably in a year or two, if I'm still above ground it just might be how I have to do things. My mind says, "You can do it." My body says "Go to hell!" That's life?
Paul B.