Hunts. Fishes. Got a house. Got a decent arsenal, his own boat, meat grinder, sausage stuffer, smoker, makes great venison summer sausage. When my daughter went fishing with them, her father-in-law went to fillet her fish. She said, “Oh, no you don’t!” Then she got her knife, and while he watched her fillet, he said to his son, “Did you say she hunts, too?!? Marry her! Marry her now!”
Sadly, being a Cheesehead, he’s a .308 / AR10 guy. But he shot my Bushy last year and was like, “WOW!” So maybe there’s hope for him...