One of my infirmities tells me that I would be a fool to be flying today. Especially flying close to the ground where wires, TV towers, logs in the water, etc. are traps.
And I am in the wrong part of the world. I doubt that there is a plane on floats within 200 miles of here.
The time for that passed long ago. That kind of fling is for guys that are really sharp eyed and quick.
Funny you say that. The designated examiner for my check ride and log book stamp was 83 years old. Sure knew his stuff though.