Possibly who primarily raised whom played into it.
I was dad’s constant little sidekick, whether riding horses, shooting, hunting, fishing, baling hay or slaughtering our livestock.
My sister was a spoiled Mom’s Barbie Doll who was disgusted by his “hillbilly ways”, who never did any of the above.
She married rich and got far away as fast as she could.
And I, totally not mom’s delight, am still here doing everything I can to take care of her.
Life is weird.
That was my first thought, daddy never took him hunting or fishing. How cruel. My brother visited me last fall and we went to the Amish bakery. We were both sporting beards and an Amish farmer’s horse was intensely checking us out. I told my brother the horse must have thought we were both Amish, lol. He knew we were riders. The Amish own some beautiful Morgan horses in my world of Appalachia.
You were most like your dad AND your mom.
Kudos to you, both!