I'm 66 and I can't hunt all day like I used to. I hunt and walk in the field until my legs get tired and work my way back to the truck. I used to hunt late into the day but my legs only have so many miles in them these days. I go back to the motel much earlier than I used to. I have a couple surgeries coming up for skin cancer and a cataract in my left eye that I'm going to get fixed next year. I miss more than I used too. It is what it is. I try not to measure my hunting by how many miles I walk or how many birds I kill any more. I try to get out enough that the dogs are tired and are happy and if we can into some birds and do some shooting....it was a good day. If we don't...well that's hunting and it was still a good day. It is what you make of it.