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 […]Read More Mud, Belonging 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
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 […]Read More Twenty years of Oyster Bamboo Fly Rods
It’s Mother’s Day. Naturally, I am feeling proud, content and superior to all other mothers full of self doubt! In the weeks leading up to this sacred day, our culture inundates us with the images of “perfect mothers” by showering them us with accolades, flowers, perfume…blah,blah, blah. Sans the perfume…that’s how my day began as […]Read More Mother’s Day, Bamboo Fly Rods and the "Best" Lifestyle
My class was on March 3rd and through all of the ups and downs…I successfully made another bamboo fly rod without crying impaling anyone. About a month before my class, I sent out an email asking for advice concerning my new bamboo fly rod. I asked Oyster clients to help design it…I did it…it was […]Read More My Bamboo Fly Rod, a Can of Worms and the Sentimental Nature of it All
“If it were easy…everyone would do this.” Those are the words that Bill whispered in my ear almost daily in the beginning of 2012. As the year wore on, Bill’s whisper grew into a dull roar and those words’ final resting place became my mantra. At the end of 2011, we had a plan for 2012. What’s the expression…no good deed, […]Read More Oyster Bamboo Fly Rods…2012 Year in Review…The Best Laid Plans of Bamboo and 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 fit” […]Read More 10 reasons why I love my shotgun more than a diamond.