I have been a "fisherperson" all my life from about age 4. I was my dad's fishing buddy. I would escape as often as possible and go fishing. I couldn't wait to retire so I could fish as often as I wanted. Little did I know that by the time I retired, I would have COPD, arthritis and that I had left most of my strength back on the job. I was a stream fisher-person and fishing mountain streams is not good for an old person. One mid-October, I was up pretty high, on the steep slope of a mountain and huffing along, and scrabbling to stay upright and it started to snow. Never had a cell phone, nobody but me knew where I was and the realization hit me that if I fell and broke somthing up here, nobody would know until next spring. That ended my best fishing days and since then, it just doesn't matter so much, so now, I sew.