Career Day at Blue Ridge Elementary Bill: What is your favorite thing to do in the whole world?Barrage of answers from the kids: “Drawing!” “Hunting!” “Basketball!” “Writing!” “Hunting!” “Video Games!” “Horseback riding!” “Hunting!”Bill: Now, imagine that you are able to do that “favorite thing” your entire life and make a living. .www.oysterbamboo.comRead More Career Day and The Bamboo Fly Rod
“Find what you love and let it kill you.” – Bukowski Quinn, me (hiding), Roni and Cutter My girl Michelle and her baked goods…that just happened to look like a heart today…really. Bill and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. We have never properly observed this particular holiday…well…we did once…23 years ago. While our memories of this […]Read More Main Street, The Bamboo Fly Rod and Love
In the spirit of full disclosure I must admit that the following is most likely inspired by my birthday. I turned 45 yesterday. Forty-Five. Four Five…Fifty less Five. Thirty plus Fifteen. Half of Ninety. When we started Oyster Bamboo Fly Rods, we were in our late 20s. In contrast, the majority of our clientele is and always […]Read More Karma and the Bamboo Fly Rod
Many years ago, while mountain biking on the Continental Divide in the Rocky Mountains, I literally panicked near dusk at the bottom of a treacherous decent…Me: “Babe, we are lost.”Bill: “We are not lost…we can always go back the way we came.” 1993 Bill and I met over 21 years ago in Athens, Georgia. We […]Read More lost, found and bamboo fly rods
First day of school Fall is ON! Summer is o-v-e-r. Where did it go? (see theory of relativity). It was here…then stuff happened and now it’s in the review mirror. Life…it’s just a sequence of events, right? Some good awesome some bad horrendous. It’s just that simple. Most of us know We all know there […]Read More Summer of 2014, Oyster’s Sequence of Events and Bamboo Fly Rods
circa 1971 “Do you remember the day you realized your father was not perfect?” That was the question posed to me on a mountain bike ride years ago and it has nagged me ever since. I will protect this friend’s identity but she went on to tell me about that “fateful” day in her youth […]Read More "Do you remember the day you realized your father was not perfect?"