I never really shared moments of manliness with my father. He was never really home. He got married because that's what you did. He was either off flying his Air Force airplanes or he was at work all week. Picked a job at the prime of our youth that needed a 3-hour commute so he would just stay up there all week and only came home on the weekends. So we never really knew who a dad was. He'd come home and my mom and him would fight because she was alone and only hanging out with the one or two friends she had and her children. So they would always battle and he was always pissed and we were like you're evil and it was just a mess. We did occasionally have campouts and they were fun but these only happened once every couple of years. My brother and his boy go camping at least once a month. And he's heavily involved in boy scouts so that's good. At least my brother's there. I don't have kids so I miss out on all that stuff but that is what it is.