Well, the elk hunt is coming up. And I tried on the wool, bib overalls that I've worn on the last two elk hunts, several
years ago. You guessed it - I could barely wiggle my hips and old-man gut into them. Man, I'm getting tired of this crap. These things weren't cheap. I now have a new pair of Kuiu pants coming. First, I was pissed about not fitting in the overalls and then, I notice Kuiu only goes up to 40 waist. Dam young whipper snappers; that's age discrimination. This hi-tech crap better work. I'm sure I'll get some side-ways glances from any wranglers in the outfit - old man in hoity toity young man's gear.
Now, I can still get into (comfortably) plenty of stuff labeled "38", so I know I'm right on that cusp of a., the cleaners/washing machine shrunk it and b., "you're becoming a fat old fart."
On the bright side - there seems to be plenty of early snow in Montana.
'Looking forward to starting my mid-life crisis road trip in 3 weeks. 'Started doing Burpees in a last-ditch, panic attack to get to some semblance of fitness. Deeam, those things kick your butt.