Just prior to this hunt, poor ol’ Grandad (me) had just had a double knee replacement. You see, it all started halfway up a steep mountain face in New Zealand and I had to sit on my behind and slide to the bottom to get down, as my knees were in agony — and, as I later found out, bone on bone. Sounds amusing but let me assure you the pain I experienced was like no other.
the first week of January this year, I had a double knee replacement. Yes, both at once. I prayed I’d be right for the fallow rut. As it turned out, after almost a month in hospital, with ongoing physio and training, I was ready for the trip. Or so I thought.
