In my younger days i could drop into position and get off an accurate shot WAY out there. Then spring up like a cat and run 100 yards toward my target before they realized they were hit. I could skin and quarter it, pack it five miles and still swing the ladies around at the cowboy dance that evening.
Now I use the butt of my rifle to get up off the ground. If I had to run 10 steps up a hill I would need a nap and ibuprofen.
I'm considering litigation. This wasn't in the contract I signed as a young man. It was a bait and switch scheme.
The old men told me it was going to happen. I didn't believe them. I was a completely different species.
One day I got old but it took me ten years to realize it. Now I'm pissed about it. I didn't sign up for this crap.