This short story is mainly for all of you “old guys,” who like me are considered vintage or just over the hill.  I prefer to call us wise and experienced.  I will be turning 80 this year and I am hoping to spend my birthday with family members in the majestic rugged Alaska mountains that I love so much, chasing those beautiful Dall rams.  I have a few other hunts I hope to go on this year, like a spring black bear, a family caribou hunt, a whitetail deer hunt in Illinois with my good friend Matt Caldwell and a mountain goat hunt if a family member gets drawn!  God has blessed me with great health for which I thank him every day.  The cold hard truth is I’m just not as good as I once was as a mountain hunter.  Climbing those mountains is a young man’s game but I plan to do it as long as I can.  That’s the part about not letting the old man in.