I decided years ago, when chikin' hunting (really shooting) with a 92 year old man, that I would walk the fields until I couldn't walk them anymore. And then block. smile

I walked about 12.5-13 yesterday. My hips feel it more every year. Got an ankle wearing out too, it seems.

But if a man is compulsive in his manner, following bird dogs is excellent therapy. One foot in front of the other, over and over, and over.

Out there doing it best I can.