I knew I’d done my job as a father right when my 3-year-old fearlessly stepped out the door into the inky black night, stomped to the designated tree, and attempted to piss the letter “E” into the snow. One of the more unsung challenges of parenting is the inherent lack of validation. There’s no report card for dads. No gold medals. No performance reviews at the end of the quarter. But here, at my son’s very first deer camp, I could see a tiny...