one woman’s journey into the bamboo fly rod making abyss
Turning 50 in the shit tsunami wake of COVID-19 creates an unexpected bittersweet layer to the meaning of life gravity of it all. So, I’ll combine the past, present and future here and try not to bore you to death keep it as trite as possible. The single consistency throughout most of our lives […]
Read More 50 YEARS OF LIFE, MUSIC, TOM PETTY & THE BAMBOO FLY ROD25 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 rodOne woman’s journey into the bamboo fly rod making abyss…
Read More 2019 Optimism, Rumination’s and “Savants” of the Bamboo Fly Rod Making LifestyleMany 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 rodsFirst 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 Rodscirca 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 RodsBamboo 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 ItchThis 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. slo
Read More Bamboo Fly Rods and my Baby Boy.
Bamboo Fly Rod Maker's Widow 