You're getting old when "your actions creak louder than your words."

When:
*Weekend entertainment was Roller Skating, Shoot the Moon, Couples Only, etc.
* When commiting to a girl was "going Steady" or "Going with" the person
*French Kissing was really getting Frisky
*Pinball was your Favorite sport
*A poster of Farrah Fawcwtt hung on the wall
*Boxers were for Old dudes
*White Tees underneath a shirt was normal
*Wife Beaters were criminals, not Tank Tees
*Hush Puppies were shoes and a food
*Hot Wheels were the desired gift
*A 56' Tbird is more desired than a lowered, Acura with Ground effects.
*Fleece was something your Cat or Dog got
*Shopping for x-mas meant picking clothes out from the "Wish Book"
*Having a MilkMan was normal
*8-tracks were cool
*Being a Nurd was a Bad thing
*Ben was your favorite Micheal Jackson tune
*You still like Gilligans Island
* You played Pachingko

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You know you're getting old

...when you've wiped so much Smelly Jelly, egg goo, fish slime and slobber on your vest that your dog rolls on it when you lay it down.

...when the sweat/soil stain on your fishing cap covers it from the bill to the back, giving it the rain repelling qualities of a genuine oilskin, and the aroma of a decomposing seal.

You know you're getting old

...when "a full day of fishing" means your Depends overflowed while you were on the water.

...when hypothermic hands make it impossible to tie fishing knots, use your car keys, or button the fly on your Levi's. While shivering uncontrollably, you wonder if you're getting too old for summerrun steelheading.

You know you're getting old

...when you like to go squidding, because it allows you to get up at the crack of dusk.

...when you would go fishing tomorrow, but you can't remember where you put your rod, reel, and boots after today's trip. No problem finding the vest, however, it'll be right where the dog always leaves it.

When you target silvers cuz the kings take too damm long to land......