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
The postman has nothing on the fly fisherman. photo credit: David Cannon So, when I met Bill…I knew he was a fly fisherman. In fact, on our first date we went fly fishing (technically the second date but this time around he actually talked to me *see introvert references and Bill being a man of very few […]Read More So, you married a hardcore fly fisherman?
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 Athens, Georgia. We […]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 […]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.