Labor of love, bambooo fly rods & Kathy

IS IT LABOR…IF YOU LOVE IT? It’s been 529 days a minute since my last post here. I do love to write…even if it is for the sole purpose of providing proof of our existence for my now teenage children who hate me who may read this one day. However, it seems as though upon […]

a crisis, choosing good, and 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 […]

Mud, Belonging and the Bamboo Fly rod

25 years ago Bill asked me where I wanted to live. I told him anywhere in the world as long as it was in Georgia. Bill: “What am I going to wear to that? We donated my funeral suit.” This was exactly Bill’s reaction when I told him (breathlessly I might add) that we […]

2019 Optimism, Rumination’s and “Savants” of the Bamboo Fly Rod Making Lifestyle

One woman’s journey into the bamboo fly rod making abyss…

Twenty years of Oyster Bamboo Fly Rods

Celebrating 20 years family, Heritage, Bamboo fly rods, the American Craftsman and Small Business Here is one woman’s interpretation of a 20-year bamboo fly rod making abyss. “You may say I’m a dreamer…but I’m not the only one” Boy meets girl Girl meets boy Boy is noticeably hungry Girl makes boy meatballs Boy and girl get […]

Small is the new Big

Them: “You should franchise Oyster or try and build your brand large enough to sell it.” Me: “No.” 20 years ago, we decided that making bamboo fly rods for a living was a good idea. Why? Why would we ever dream that our passage into adulthood commerce should be anything less or more than a simple […]

"Do you remember the day you realized your father was not perfect?"

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 […]

Bamboo Fly Rods, Blue Ridge and the Five Year Itch

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, […]

Facebook, oversharing and bamboo fly rods

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 […]

Shooting in Pajamas, Bamboo Fly Rods & letting go of the Martyr

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 […]