hoochiepapa
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I'm 66 next month, we've decided to sell the camper, and my osteo-arthritis is getting bad.
My wife and I have talked about things quite a bit lately, and agree that it's just getting too hard to go hunting by myself. All the family members I used to hunt with are dead, so I've had to go it alone the last few times I hunted. The arthritis makes it hard to pack anything out, and to keep going up and down those hills. My left hip is almost ready to face replacement, I just had a cortisone shot in it and it doesn't feel much better.
We love the house we moved into last year, sits on half an acre of huge blue spruces and pines, all of them around 50 years old. We have all the privacy we can stand, a koi pond with waterfall, and a view of the mountains. The koi are multiplying often (anybody want some fish??) and we have witnessed the drama of nature with the hawks and foxes that frequent our yard. We were discussing the camper and getting it out to go somewhere, but we like it here so much, we both asked "why" should we go through all that work and then have to cook and do dishes out when we do them at home?
Don't misunderstand, I love the mountains, hunting, the fresh meat, but my body won't go anymore. I've killed 22 elk, I think, and it has been a wonderful life. But things change.
I remember my last hunting outing with my dad. We had hiked up a mountain we call "treeless". When we got to the top, I saw a look on my dad's face I had never seen before, and heard a statement from him I had never heard before. He said, "I'm tired."
The Lord God Almighty has blessed me with many years of hunting, some successful, some not, but I cherish the memory of each one.
I'm going to continue rifle building and engraving, my shoulder getting better with each day.
I guess my point is that each one of you enjoy your life and hunting wih gusto, live as though you have no limits, and hopefully all of you will experience the satisfaction that I am, that I did my best, and respected each and every animal that they deserve.
"I'm tired".
My wife and I have talked about things quite a bit lately, and agree that it's just getting too hard to go hunting by myself. All the family members I used to hunt with are dead, so I've had to go it alone the last few times I hunted. The arthritis makes it hard to pack anything out, and to keep going up and down those hills. My left hip is almost ready to face replacement, I just had a cortisone shot in it and it doesn't feel much better.
We love the house we moved into last year, sits on half an acre of huge blue spruces and pines, all of them around 50 years old. We have all the privacy we can stand, a koi pond with waterfall, and a view of the mountains. The koi are multiplying often (anybody want some fish??) and we have witnessed the drama of nature with the hawks and foxes that frequent our yard. We were discussing the camper and getting it out to go somewhere, but we like it here so much, we both asked "why" should we go through all that work and then have to cook and do dishes out when we do them at home?
Don't misunderstand, I love the mountains, hunting, the fresh meat, but my body won't go anymore. I've killed 22 elk, I think, and it has been a wonderful life. But things change.
I remember my last hunting outing with my dad. We had hiked up a mountain we call "treeless". When we got to the top, I saw a look on my dad's face I had never seen before, and heard a statement from him I had never heard before. He said, "I'm tired."
The Lord God Almighty has blessed me with many years of hunting, some successful, some not, but I cherish the memory of each one.
I'm going to continue rifle building and engraving, my shoulder getting better with each day.
I guess my point is that each one of you enjoy your life and hunting wih gusto, live as though you have no limits, and hopefully all of you will experience the satisfaction that I am, that I did my best, and respected each and every animal that they deserve.
"I'm tired".