Please allow me to follow up on my previous post. Yeh, I'm 67 years old and not in the best of shape. Titanium cage in my back, fake knee, war wounds that help me predict weather and all that stuff that comes with growing old. And I'll admit it to my buddies here, sometimes I'm down and depressed, especially if I'm looking back at what I used to do. But I hunted hard this year. Killed and butchered two deer, walked many miles and hurt like a **:;; . But guess what. I'll do it again next year. There is something inside of me that pushes me past all that negative stuff and compels me to hunt. Can't help it and won't apologize. Drives my wife crazy. Still sleep under the stars when the other, younger guys get a hotel room. My wife, who I love dearly, says what if you die out there. Well, I always answer here with" mission accomplished".