Either can I. Have spent my whole life around cattle, ranching, & the outdoors. My body has definitely paid a price (especially my hands)...but I wouldn't change it for anything.
I started out picking rocks on local farms as a teenager. $5 an hour under the table was damn good money for a teenager in the early 80s.
I also worked as a garbage man for about 18 months. Again, not a bad job for a young guy at $9 an hour in the early 80s.
It’s a wonderful thing to do what you love from Day 1. I so envy people who have had that experience. My brother (a top flight comedy writer) went to work at 19 for some of the greatest stars of the industry circa 1972. And he’s never looked back. Of course, it’s not easy writing 40 jokes a day (believe me!) for crazed tv superstars. He’d probably say the worst job he ever had was working for Sonny and Cher. And...ahem...Sonny was NOT the problem.