A little late to the party but here goes: I'm almost 78, out of shape and stiff in all the wrong places. Still look forward to my yearly 500 km. drive north so I can be in the woods. For a week I walk a km. into the bush to sit in a blind, make a noise like an apple and wait for the deer to come to me. If that fails depending on the weather I will sit for another week with a black powder rifle surrounded by more apples. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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