No, I had the much desired and much envied inside job with no heavy lifting.Didn’t work in construction industry by chance, did you?
Hmmm… sounds just like a career in constructiona lifetime of outdoor activities often in inclement weather and while wearing inadequate clothing.
I was stuck inside for a month after my first Achilles rupture when old mate George lobbed up at the farm. I said FFS Georgy grab that folding chair while I grab my binos and drive me up to eagle tree hill. A tree on the hill a K from home that I had spotted many sambar from. We drove up minutes later.He put the chair out for me and I sat and glassed. "there's one mate" it made my day. A fortnight later unbeknownst to me he videoed me on crutches wearing a moon boot and climbing the farm fence for a closer look lol. I do prefer soft yards hunting but will still do hard yards hunting if necessary. Was due to hunt tahr this year except for a **** up. Will be at it next year though. When hunting is in your blood you won't stop and I am aghast on reading of hunters that decide to simply stop...I don't get that. Bar physical infirmity of course. Hunting is a panacea that will cure-all sorts of perceived problems and transports you away from any troubles..including the missus ha ha.
I was doing pretty ok up till a couple of years ago.Hmmm… sounds just like a career in construction![]()
I buggered my achilles tendon at the beginning of December. I rested up for a month and then decided I could out with the brush cutter and thin a larch plantation. Second day I stepped in a hole and made my injury twice as bad as the first time. With the ice ,snow, and general winter weather I sat indoors and got a bit too lazy. My left leg has always been my weak leg after a m/c accident in my yoof it had got so weeks could hardly push the clutch pedal down in the car.I was stuck inside for a month after my first Achilles rupture when old mate George lobbed up at the farm. I said FFS Georgy grab that folding chair while I grab my binos and drive me up to eagle tree hill. A tree on the hill a K from home that I had spotted many sambar from. We drove up minutes later.He put the chair out for me and I sat and glassed. "there's one mate" it made my day. A fortnight later unbeknownst to me he videoed me on crutches wearing a moon boot and climbing the farm fence for a closer look lol. I do prefer soft yards hunting but will still do hard yards hunting if necessary. Was due to hunt tahr this year except for a **** up. Will be at it next year though. When hunting is in your blood you won't stop and I am aghast on reading of hunters that decide to simply stop...I don't get that. Bar physical infirmity of course. Hunting is a panacea that will cure-all sorts of perceived problems and transports you away from any troubles..including the missus ha ha
Well done, many would moan and groan and do sfa about the problem. You will get there being proactive.Edit to say that since I've been doing my 20 mins on the cycle every day the pain in my hip has disappeared as has a strange numbness in one buttock and the pain in my right knee has almost gone.
No you won’t, you’re on a relentless downward spiral that will keep grinding away at your physical and mental abilities until you get put in a box with the lid screwed on and then buried 6’ deep.I hope (if I believe everything I read on here) that I get more capable, fitter and stronger when I’m 65 than I am currently!
Reminds me of one of the blokes in the office moaning about how "hard", life was.Bad as that sounds, it’s way better than the alternative.
The main factor preventing youngsters from taking up stalking isn’t just access to ground, its lack of money.
We don’t do public hunting here, it’s strictly pay to play and the higher the demand the higher the price, we’ve priced all but a very lucky few people in their 20’s out of the game. That’s why we see lots of people in middle age taking up stalking, they’re financially established and they can afford it.
Angle grinders too, almost took my trigger finger off with one three days ago - thank god for leather gloves I wore, instead of severed it just got shredded…otherwise I’d need that underground gunsmith in James Bond - Man With The Golden Gun to make me a specialist stock and trigger like he had in the movie - that would have sucked big hairy camel onesFunny thing.
I long ago imposed that very limit on my chainsaw days. Two tanks and done.
It is more physical than you think, and errors with a chainsaw are seldom trivial.
And that’s the reality, obviously. If only some on here would be honest with themselves about this.No you won’t, you’re on a relentless downward spiral that will keep grinding away at your physical and mental abilities until you get put in a box with the lid screwed on and then buried 6’ deep.
Bad as that sounds, it’s way better than the alternative.
And we wonder why the fallow population in Northamptonshire is increasing at silly rates? No man of any age is going to be able to deal with fallow multiples with just a plasterer’s bath.74 years young, still working on a large country estate as deer manager still able to drag deer about, dont have a quad, just a plaster bath for Fallow deer and drag rope.
@triggertrixAngle grinders too, almost took my trigger finger off with one three days ago - thank god for leather gloves I wore, instead of severed it just got shredded…


I am happy just to be vertical, and able to do stuff. I try to do what has to be done, but at my own pace. I marathon, not sprint. When banging in fence posts round the penn I try to be "spirit level man", or "fetch another post" man, not the main "post rammer" man. If I have to I will, but I can do some today and some tomorrow.
This year my main project was to let the daylight in to create an understory in the woods, by coppicing the hazel stocks and removing the elder, etc. I find chainsawing harder now, so I did it at the rate of two tanks of fuel in the saw a day. I have time, and time spent doing stuff I like is good time.