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?"
Sometimes all of the time I feel like we live in a bubble here at Oyster Bamboo. Really…if you have taken a class, picked up your bamboo fly rod or even visited for more than a few minutes…this becomes evident. sub·cul·ture ˈsəbˌkəlCHər/ noun noun: subculture; plural noun: subcultures; noun: sub-culture; plural noun: sub-cultures a cultural […]Read More 10 things we can not live without at Oyster Bamboo Fly Rods
Bamboo Fly Rods and the Five-Year Itch Five Years. Five years ago today, we moved to the mountains of Blue Ridge, Georgia. Within the confines of my family…much has changed (we moved, relocated our bamboo fly rod shop downtown Blue Ridge, Veronica was born, Cutter “grew up”, we built a new building on Main Street…oh, […]Read More Bamboo Fly Rods, Blue Ridge and the Five Year Itch
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
When I woke up this morning, I had no intention of shooting. With Bill on the other end of the planet on his annual trip to Argentina for a few weeks, my schedule goes from hectic to quasi insane…not to mention lonely (days are good…nights stink…see reference to my co-dependent nature). Self admittedly, I could probably go a […]Read More Shooting in Pajamas, Bamboo Fly Rods & letting go of the Martyr
“If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.” – Robert Fritz Late night in the shop…my class! Over three years ago, we had outgrown our “cottage” inspired home workshop after a decade plus and needed more […]Read More Bamboo Fly Rods, Change and the Accidental Retailers
The above photo is a direct result of the following: 6 months of planning, 7 friends (including my Aunt from Seattle) and 74 hours of work (I was slow and others had to assist me…hence the “tribal” in the rod)… Originally I had planned to write out a thoughtful blog each day of the class […]Read More My tribal bamboo fly rod!
…and this bamboo fly rod making class. Okay, I skipped a day because the second day of class started out with straightening strips and the night ended with math! So, I decided not to tell the tale. However, I got through it and finally tamed my bamboo strips. This is how the day started […]Read More About last night…