In my youth I would walk miles to fish hunt and shoot, but the other day I stayed right by a wonderful lake but didn't fish. In my defence I had a load of books to read and it was cold and wet outside. The worry is I am sure that even a few years ago I would have been out, at least in the dry spells and trying to fish. Has age given me wisdom or just a love of ease? What a worrying thought.
Perhaps its just the long days that stick in my mind from the past. The night my lurcher caught six hares in a night and I walked with them four miles back to the car, after walking for five hours lamping. I was not much good in work the next day.
Hunting on the black mountains with hounds to get back to the van after a hard day up and down to find that hounds were missing and turning around to walk up the mountain again. You know you have had a hard day when your legs cramp up when you try to drive home.
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