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Quit about 20 years ago after an elk hunt where I had to give up during the hunt due to back pain.
Today the pain is much worse, and I cannot walk 100 yards up the hill to the trash can without chest pain.
Getting old sucks.
On my first elk hunt I coveted a sweet shooting sporterized Enfield 303 Brit a close friend owned which took a nice 3 point in Mill creek watershed and has taken many elk since. I still lament never owning one. Partly because I didn't want to be seen stepping on his parade. Sadly he is now gone as is his rifle.I hunted with Dad as a kid, but then he pretty much stopped hunting in his 50's (my 20's) until an uncle wanted to come out from Indiana to hunt elk. October of 97 his Brit 303 came out of the box for the first time in over a decade. While we didn't hunt deer together anymore, we started making trips to eastern Oregon for elk. I think the last time Dad hunted it was probably 2012, after that he hung up his boots. At that time he was 81 and I knew those hunting trips we made held a lot of very good memories, even if we didn't bag many elk.
@Kf338 , just because Dad isn't going, doesn't mean you can't. He'd probably like to hear the stories. @thorborg hit that nail right on the head, in my opinion. I'll quit hunting when I can't go anymore. Being in the woods is like Church to me.
You're lucky you and your dad are (were) still going out, even now,It's just me and my dad . I am 55 and my dad is 80 we had lots of good times