the rub.
Fitness is a lifestyle but everyone has their level of ability and commitment and desires
I know a guide who was chasing sheep and goats at 62, his general lifestyle off-season had activity also so no special training was needed
trying not to be insensitive....but at first I thought the thread title had a typo error in the age for the question
50 is so young..
Genetics has a lot to do with how well we age. There are some things we just can't overcome.
Some issues are our fault, and injuries we sustained in our younger days eventually catch up with us, some folks think drinking a case of beer every day and smoking a pack of cigs, is good for you. It all takes its toll.
For those of us out there over the age of fifty, good on you.
Funny, most of the folks I see in the bush, hunting on foot, are over 50. It seems most young folks feel you need to have quads, and have comfortable beds to sleep in every night to be able to hunt.
That doesn't mean all young folks feel that way, but from what I've seen over the past ten years, people hunting on foot are mostly older.
Yesterday my 55 year old neighbor and I used my SxS quad to get to the snowline on one of the ridges I know that still has a good population of Mule Deer.
I will admit, I used to use a horse to get up there and what took an hour with a quad would have taken most of a day with a horse.
There was a very good chance of picking up one of those old, lone Bucks, that won't start heading for the valley below, until the snow is close to its belly.
The snow was about a foot (25cm) deep, and wet. There was a 10km wind, blowing fog, and visibility was about 400 meters. Perfect weather for such a hunt.
We were also just above the tree line, other than small pockets of 50 year old, twenty foot high spruce and pine, with 18 inch butts.
The grass and shrubs were sticking up through the snow, and other than a couple sets of Deer tracks, our foot prints were all that was visible.
It was beautiful.
We saw 6 deer, but none were legal.
Slogging through that wet snow was brutal. I was dry, and my clothes held out the wind, but my thighs and calves were on fire from the exertion of moving in the wet snow. We finally got to a position where we had a 360 degree view, and could still be hunkered down for some shelter from the wind. Temps were -3C, and the sun had been shining before we got there.
It was a great day.