Thoreau writes of the wandering woodchopper from a hundred and fifty years ago:
"He interested me because he was so quiet and solitary and so happy withal ; a well of good humor and contentment which overflowed at his eyes. His mirth was without alloy. Sometimes I saw him at his work in the woods, felling trees, and he would greet me with a laugh of inexpressible satisfaction, and a salutation in Canadian French, though he spoke English as well. When I approached him he would suspend his work, and with half-suppressed mirth lie along the trunk of a pine which he had felled, and, peeling off the inner bark, roll it up into a ball and chew it while he laughed and talked." - Thoreau, Henry David. Walden; or, Life in the Woods . Boston, Ticknor and Fields, 1854, pp. 158-159
So there it is, that proves that what you replied with a actually just narrative fiction, that was probably invented in the 20th century. K-fabe, if you will, to try make stoic toughness into some kind of game theory so that we can talk about our toughness trophies. If I wanted I could talk about my toughness too, about how that woodchopper probably couldn't do my job.. lifting stuff that weighs a ton 30 feet into the air, and carefully placing it on a pallet rack. He couldn't do that from how thoreau describes him, as that woodchopper seems like some effervescent woodsman character from the hobbit or something