Mike,
While I completely agree about Jamis"Manscaping"Jockey, my point was that these are (basic) skills that my father (or uncles) taught me. Dad taught me to cook. (Mom only knew how to burn stuff, Dad wasn't a French chef, but he could take some pretty basic ingredients and make a filling, tasty meal.) Uncles helped with outdoor skills and mechanical/handyman stuff. (Dad wasn't too handy around the house.) Having one Uncle that worked at handcrafted cabinetry shop and another that ran printing presses (for newspapers and magazines, not your resume') were helpful. They all hunted and fished and camped. Most times the instruction seemed to run along the "Hey, Dumbass, you'll set yourself on fire/hurt yourself doing it that way. Do it this way instead." It also helped toughen you up. Nothing like having your Uncle look at you and then shake his head. You could almost read their minds. "I'm surprised he's lived this long, he sure as hell won't make it to his 18th/21st birthday."
The only time I ever remember my Uncle Tip smiling at me was when we stopped at his house on our way back from Ft. Leonard Wood after I graduated from Basic Training. He had been a Marine in the Pacific all through WWII. I knew I wasn't one of his many Dumbasses anymore.