Now, I'm okay with being "That Guy"

It took a while, but I’ve finally turned into that guy.

My friends and I used to poke fun at older dudes who no longer hunted big game, didn’t care if they bagged a limit of birds, and were as pleased with the fluidity of their casts as they were with what was biting the end of their line.

I couldn’t imagine life without elk, a game bag full of birds, or a fishless outing.

I used to take great pride in harvesting an elk every fall. Back then I could walk forever, and I shot a lot of elk miles from the road, then spent days dragging them out of the mountains.

When someone told me they...