Don’t let the old man in.
Toby Keith’s song has some good lyrics in it.
I worked real hard at that, but he must have snuck in the back door.
No particular problems at 70. Little bit more at 75. In 2018 I killed a nice bull at about 11,000 feet elevation on a solo hunt.That just about used me up. In a year, my knees went, lungs got worse. Felt like every joint in my body wore out. Now on extra O2 since last February, , stroke this past July, ticker isn't ticking right. No elk hunt this past season. 79 now.
Both parents lived until 92-93.You sure do get a different perspective when you can count the rest of your years on your fingers.
If I can get around, I'm going elk hunting next year.
