On a Wednesday morning of the Old Geezer Early Pheasant Hunt, my wife and I were fortunate to stop and talk to a very remarkable man. A very nice, retired military veteran, age 92 out hunting roosters, dog-less by himself...
"Oh...In this heat, I got one by sticking near the water...This is my 76th hunting season..."
As a young pup of 66, I guess I'll stop whining about a sore back during and after my short walks in the uplands with the wife and dog.