I'm 59 and still have some room for new scars. Aside from some old wounds and back pain, I can still hold some steel to the grinder without shaking, and peel a squirrel off a tree limb with a head shot. I can still hump up and down some hills at work with my rifle and gear, but those hills are getting steeper! Gravity is greater on our bodies as we get older. It must be in the water, huh?By the time my 10 hour shift is over, my duty belt weighs 500 pounds and the deer in the headlights are getting harder to see. Our rookie officers call me old, but I know I am wiser. I have lived this long, and they still have the big chore to manage to live as long as some of us have, I tell them. Old Indian wisdom at play here. A wizeguy rookie asked me last night what old Indians think about. I told him it is priviliged information, he is not worthy. He called me "Pop", meaning "old dad". I told him it was possible, and told him to tell his mom "Hi!" next time he saw her.Yep, I nailed him good, and the other guys that were there thought it was a really funny! Old Indians are actually sitting around thinking of good comebacks while we stare into campfires.