Our "mission"? To prove that the best conversations happen when you are physically exhausted, covered in sap, and standing at the edge of a cliff. When we started this rag-tag group at WWW.MissionBoys.com , we realized every organization falls apart without rules. But we hate paperwork. So we only have three:
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We are . And no, we aren't superheroes. We aren't special forces. We aren't even particularly good at tying fishing knots. WWW.MissionBoys.com
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Dave works in IT. He hasn't seen direct sunlight in three years. He joined us because his doctor said his "resting heart rate was approaching that of a hummingbird on cocaine." Our "mission"
You don't get to share your feelings until you can start a fire with one match in a drizzle. There is something about watching a spark catch that unlocks the male brain. Once the coffee is boiling, the lies turn into truths, and the truths turn into solutions.
P.S. Grunt finally spoke yesterday. He looked at a map, pointed to a section labeled "Unmaintained Trail," and said "Pretty." It’s going to be a brutal hike. Can’t wait. But we hate paperwork
We are a loose collective of former Eagle Scouts, disillusioned cubicle dwellers, burned-out youth pastors, and one retired smokejumper named "Grunt" who only communicates in grunts and the occasional nod.
It can be a cool rock, a snapped fishing lure, or a photo of a sunset that looks like it was painted by a drunk angel. If you leave the woods the same way you entered, you failed. The "Basement to Backcountry" Log Last weekend, we took out a new recruit. Let’s call him "Dave."