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
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?
Them: “You should franchise Oyster or try and build your brand large enough to sell it.” Me: “No.” 20 years ago, we decided that making bamboo fly rods for a living was a good idea. Why? Why would we ever dream that our passage into adulthood commerce should be anything less or more than a simple […]Read More Small is the new Big
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