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
word It’s a new year…well kind of… can we still say it’s a new year when it is almost 7% over (I did the “mathish” on that). In usual form, Oyster lunged into the New Year with dust kicking up all around us oblivious to the inevitable reflection and pause experienced by most as […]Read More Space, Time and the Bamboo Fly Rod
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 […]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?"
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 group […]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.