I had an industrial accident at 55. I was a truck driver making good money. It turned out my boss never had workmans comp on me. It took all my savings to pay my medical bills. During my recovery which took 6 months. I got glaucoma in my right eye, and lost it's sight. I lost my ability to keep my commercial license. Plus, my injuries never did heal to the point that I could have done the job anyway. I was forced into retirement and broke.
It's been a struggle ever since. I live on SS and a little money I get to tie flies. I couldn't give up hunting, and learned to shoot left handed. I moved to Colorado, because I knew I would never be able to hunt here again unless I did. I spent a ton of money coming here to hunt when I lived in Calif. I have too many injuries to camp, and I don't have the gear to do it anyway. I do the best that I can, but I have to hunt my unit, or not hunt at all.
I hunt alone, but can get help getting the meat out if it's close. Which means my unit.
I don't like talking about this, but you won't let it go. I'll work it out.