My reason for telling that story is that I have had companionship in the field for so long that I lost touch with the lonlyness that no doubt many in the field sometime experience. Looking back there was a period when I was retired and my wife was not and I still did a lot of things without her. I remember coming home from upstate NY with a so-so buck, hanging it in the garage and going to Charlestown in late November for a sellable load of bass and having snow dancing in my buggy headlights coming off the beach. So I have fished/hunted alone.
But there is a big difference in a person's performance ability between age 65 and 80. Oh, I can still shoot but I need help getting up from the gut pile. Similarly, I could never climb down jetty rocks to grab a cow today like I did when I was a young, robust 65.