One man's heavy is another's not-so-much. I'm not old OLD, but there's more in the rearview mirror than there is looking forward on life's road. My sons are all grown and have their own families and I usually hunt with them, but last fall I went elk hunting solo. During the packout I swore I'd never go solo again, but when the last load hit the dirt back at the truck, I felt kind of proud of myself and thought maybe one more time. (But I'd gladly share the load too.)
