Keeping up with old friends can be tough.
We’ve all been there. With increasing responsibilities, perpetually busy schedules, and the always-present alternative to Netflix and chill-by-yourself, those half-hearted we should totally catch up soon pledges tend to fall flat more often than not.
The same is true with fishing. Drifting in his kayak on Austin’s big bass rivers, Jonny Aljets knows the drill.
When most of us buy wine, we’re in and out of our local H-E-B in a couple minutes. After a quick stroll down aisle eleven, we grab a friendly looking California domestic – keeping it above the belt and below the shoulders on the wine-shelf spectrum. Really, it’s quite the balancing act. Anything below the belt ruins the following morning while everything above the shoulders tends to make the Cheeze-Its we have paired with it feel just a little under-dressed.
But not for Rich.
There’s never enough quarters in your pocket for the office vending machine.
There would be, but you’re not the type of person who settles for the $1.00 pack of animal crackers when the Snickers bar is smiling back on his $1.50 pedestal of prestige at A5. Everyone has to stand for something and the moral slide to lawlessness starts with settling at snack time. Dig deeper; there has to be some straggler-quarters somewhere around here, right?
Everyone knows the feeling.
An extra fifteen minutes deep into a life-changing slumber, you wake up – eyes struggling to focus, hair rocking a 90’s punk-rock-chic look, and sun squeaking through that pesky crack in the blinds that never gets the job done.
You overslept. You’re late. Chaos ensues.
He doesn’t hide it. Whether it’s the dirt under his fingernails, the HeyBo duck stamp graphic tee on his back, or the varnished-wood Echo Duck Calls dangling from his rearview mirror that tips you off, you’ll get the point eventually. For his clients, waterfowl season is the whitespace between two dates on the calendar. For Matt, it’s a love that lasts year round.
Raechel will be the first to tell you – it’s NOT like riding a bike.
Going bowling for the first time in a couple years is like riding a bike. Getting back in the gym after a lazy winter holiday is like riding a bike. Leading the office meeting after a couple weeks of vacation is like riding a bike.
Raechel Sinuk isn’t into just riding bikes – she’s more of the ‘riding a runaway freight train while you hold on so tight that your knuckles turn pale white and your heart beats so fast you’d swear it’s trying to escape’ type. But that’s why she loves it and that’s why she’s so thankful she decided to spontaneously pick up a mountain bike and hit her first trail a couple years ago.
We believe missing out on happy hour, the last innings of a big game, or the fish when they’re biting should never be part of anyone’s day. Because, ultimately, life is about having a good time doing what you love – not laundry.
We are three friends connected by outdoor adventures, spicy tacos, bone-rattling live music, and all of the little things that go with these pursuits – good stories, better salsa, and whiskey over ice. But this isn’t about us and it isn’t about our craft; it’s about our realization that happiness is a function of free time – our single most valuable resource.
On June 7, 2014 he got the call.
Five days later he decided to sign as a professional baseball player for the St. Louis Cardinals organization. No more than a couple months later, the 20th round draft pick found himself stuck on a broken-down bus waiting out a rainstorm – three hours into making some of the best memories of his professional baseball career.
But these memories didn’t come with the bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the ninth. They came on a broken-down team bus, surrounded by his teammates, in a heated four-hour long game of Mafia, a classic ‘who done it’ card game.
You can’t cook pizza rolls on an open fire and you can’t quit your job for a startup with your friends.
Rules have their place but some rules are meant to be splintered and snapped – rules like the one that stops you from spending Thanksgiving on vacation in an Appalachian mountain house with your college friends.