I'll be 70 the next go around, and things for me have definitely changed. I just got back from my annual muzzle loader hunt in southern IN, with my brother and two other friends. And for the second year in a row, I didn't take my muzzle loader! Instead, I am happy to take a bow or this year my little 22 semi auto, sleep in until 6 or so, grab some coffee and breakfast, then take the pistol and do a walk about for rabbits.
I strongly believe in seasons in a man's life. When I was young and first started hunting, I needed to kill something, but often didn't due to my very steep learning curve. In my last spring or early summer of life, after I started to 'get it,' it was important for me to kill something every year--I felt like I was supplying food for the family. Later, I noticed the need to kill was slowly being replaced with an absolute enjoyment with just being there and seeing how close I could get to deer, or whatever--the hunt meant more. Now I seem more and more content to be there, observe nature, appreciate the moments, and helping youngsters get started in their journey.
Yup, things change....