Almost 62 and with similar blemishes as most have described: buggered joints, fused joints, eyesight needs glasses when typing this, and so on.
One of the best moves was buying a small farm when I got out of the forces. Has meant I have never needed to belong to a gym, as my surroundings have always provided sufficient exertion, whether I needed it or not. Farm doesn't pay, but its a blast anyway. And whenever I can manage it, I can go for a shot. Shouldn't be that way, but it actually takes quite a bit of discipline to put away time to go do the things you REALLY enjoy doing.
One of the few benefits of getting old is being able to do some shit better than young'uns, as we've had more time than they to practise
The one bit of advice hunters our generation can give to the younger is "if you do stupid shit, it will always catch up to you". That 60kg pack full of venison from the first deer I shot with my 222, carted all the way out of Lake Colenso was a dumb dumb thing to do! Learn from us, and at our age you may still bounce, instead of creak![]()
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