The goddess of the hunt is a fickel mistress. The day when you can no longer keep up with the pack and run down your prey --is the day you become food for something else. Survival of the fittest; the law of tooth and fang. None of us are getting out of this life alive. Now some will try to prolong the process; asking for more roads in roadless areas, special perks to drive in where no one else can, freebies, special tag prices, hire an outfitter to tote your tired carcass and do the work for you...but that doesn't keep you in the game forever.