I do not wish to be disrespectful but I feel the need to come to the OP's defense. I'm only 33, so my perspective is as relevant as a blowgun in a tank skirmish, but I feel that you are unfairly casting your philosophical perspective on others. What the op didn't state, but may very well be the case, is that he may have been dreaming of a barbury sheep tag since he was a young man. Or it may be possible that his recent life experiences have changed his perspective on what's important to him. He might feel the pressure to get in some adventures while he's able.This may well be a controversial comment on my part, but here it is: If you have been so close to death from illness, and are in the twilight of your years as I am, recognizing how precious a thing life is every day - every sunrise, every sunset, every laugh, meal, and musical note - does it not strike you as just a touch incongruous that you would spend that precious time looking to kill another living thing that is not representing either a nuisance or a threat? Your post just struck me as odd. When younger, the same question applies, but the likelihood of needing a hunting skill for survival or to feed a family is much higher - so it is far more understandable. As we approach the final curtain - at least I find it true in my case - I find that I get great comfort from watching the celebration of life that is everywhere among living things. Please don't take this as an insult; it is only a reflection on the mystery of how we think.