No, no, no, no , no. That's not what I'm talking about. Daughters and grandchildren don't count, besides that's not a hobby, we have to do that stuff and we love it. Brian's Song does not count, real men are required to shed a tear for that one.
Cooking is close. Cooking on the grill, making barbecue, etc, does not count. That is very manly. Gourmet cooking is different, I'm thinking about giving it a try myself. It isn't sissy or girly by any stretch, but you're not going to throw in that you made a perfect crepe suzette while you're hanging out with your tractor buds.
I'm talking about stamp collecting, knitting (like Rosey Greer), reading poetry, bird watching, etc etc. All great things, but none of which is usually accompanied by chest thumping, spitting or butt scratching.