He built an exact replica of himself when he raised me. His hobbies are my hobbies, I love doing everything he does. My mother explains to me and my brothers that when my father was our age he was built like an ox with the perfect muscles that everyone dreamed of. Like me now, he loved to train. When we were younger he would put us in push-up competitions against each other and the first place winner might win a few dollars and then a few dollars went a long way. I read a quote that said, "If you give a man a fish, he will eat for a night, but if you teach a man to fish, he will eat for a lifetime." The same way the jungle leader teaches his cubs to survive, my father did the same thing. He gave me my first fishing reel, taught me how to hunt, then taught me how to clean and cook everything I caught. We both count the months until it's warm enough to fish and when killing will be legally permitted. The only difference between us is that I grew up playing sports but he is still my number one