Monica Mysk
Green Financial Group
at Raymond James
Financial Service
How does this differ from hunting with the guys? One word - EGO. There is no competition here. No display of inflated ego allowed. Instead we heard, “Good shot, Mattie (ace bird hunter),” and “Barbara, that one’s yours,” and “Kitty, that’s your bird—I missed it!” Get my drift? Or, you will hear conversations like, “How are the kids?” “When is your next hunt?” “How is your new dog coping?” “Have you been shopping at that new place, (fill in the blank)?” Ladies in the field share a unique bonding opportunity—it’s just different. Sharing yourself with friends who have something very precious in common like a passion for conserving our wildlife, sharing God’s gift of nature, and being good stewards to make the earth a better place for others, well, it doesn’t get any better. We may even pet our “harvest” and thank them for allowing us to shoot them and add enrichment to our lives. When was the last time you saw the guys embracing a deceased fowl? After the hunt, we sit around sipping diet coke, sharing stories with our guides, Doug and Bert Young who runs Rio Brazos, and who, by the way, is also a talented musician, and the other guys. Recipes are passed around, email addresses shared, and we look at our calendar to plan the next adventure together. Then comes the sincere hug that we know we will eventually see each other again to share more of each other’s lives and experiences. We will only be a little older and wiser, perhaps with a new ache or pain. Then, we drive away. The next day, we strap on our high-heel pumps, don our business suits with briefcase and computer in hand, slather on our war paint and face the challenges of society and our daily routines in the business world. Secretly, we are at peace knowing we shared our hearts, our minds, and peace with nature. Fellows, is this how you see it? I doubt it. It doesn’t get much better!
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