Turning 50 in the shit tsunami wake of COVID-19 creates an unexpected bittersweet layer to the meaning of life gravity of it all. So, I’ll combine the past, present and future here and try not to bore you to death keep it as trite as possible. The single consistency throughout most of our lives […]Read More 50 YEARS OF LIFE, MUSIC, TOM PETTY & THE BAMBOO FLY ROD
THE COVID-19 CRISIS SUCKS. THE END. Not really… FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW. So, we can all agree on one thing…there is a crisis out there. Since the shit the fan the world was sent off camber…it has been eerily peaceful here around Oyster…except for when I my parents visit and I yell at them from a 6 […]Read More a crisis, choosing good, and the bamboo fly rod
WHY HAND ENGRAVING? Legacy? Because it’s beautiful? Investment? To honor? Customization? Memorialize? Yes. While these reasons may seem obvious, perhaps the most significant reason to hand engrave your bamboo fly rod cannot be seen or even carefully explained…it can only be felt. Let me say this…throughout the years here at Oyster, hand engraving our bamboo […]Read More ANATOMY, ENGRAVING and THE BAMBOO FLY ROD
One woman’s journey into the bamboo fly rod making abyss…Read More 2019 Optimism, Rumination’s and “Savants” of the Bamboo Fly Rod Making Lifestyle
“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 fateful day […]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
This past week, Bill took my baby boy our son on his first camping trip on the Davidson River in North Carolina. Sometimes less is more in the words department. Pause. sloRead More Bamboo Fly Rods and my Baby Boy.
POST! Okay…these photos belong on Facebook…my children and Kory with their bamboo fly rods and huge trout! For years, Oyster Bamboo Fly Rod’s marketing department (me) has deliberately “opted out” of the Facebook phenomenon. Deliberate or not…and among other reasons, this marketing department (me) prefers oversharing the old fashioned way (face to face with a […]Read More Facebook, oversharing and bamboo fly rods
While diamonds are presumably a girl’s best friend… my shotgun has become my BFF. This blog needs no introduction. 10. Even if I gain 10 pounds, my shotgun still still fits! 9. A diamond does nothing but just sit there and I swear my shotgun loves me back…it does. 8. Having my shotgun “sized and […]Read More 10 reasons why I love my shotgun more than a diamond.