You guys are lucky to have Father's in your lives who taught you those life skills and spent time out in the woods.
My Dad took off when I was around 5yo, then got a stepdad at 10yo but he had already raised his kids and wasn't much interested in raising more.
He took me one year for deer season, but seemed like there was more drinking then hunting.
I didn't start hunting until I was about 30, I had to teach myself and it was several years before I bagged anything. Still 0/8 on elk.
But it was a great experience. I'll be teaching my kids when their old enough.
Similar to my situation.
My father is very much alive and hunted with his father and shot most of his life, never took any interest in teaching me any of those skills. When I turned 30 I became interested and had to teach myself and continue to teach myself what I can.
I try not to be bitter but I do spend a good portion of my time outdoors thinking about my grandfather, what it would have been like had he lived long enough to teach me. It's a way I can be close with him still. That being said, alone is hard.