Greetings from Oyster Bamboo Fly Rod’s HQ…this is the tale of one woman’s journey into the bamboo fly rod building abyss.

That’s me…standing in a river with my baby, 5-year-old son, Yogi the dog and husband, Bill Oyster. How did this happen? While growing up in the suburbs of Atlanta, there was no question that urban life was my only logical adult path. You know…city lights, concrete, loads of people, modern conveniences and great food. So, […]

Read More Greetings from Oyster Bamboo Fly Rod’s HQ…this is the tale of one woman’s journey into the bamboo fly rod building abyss.