There's not a day that goes by where Jacob and I don't discuss rod building, doesn't matter if we're out to eat or out fishing a beautiful creek; we will compare reel seats, match guides, mentally plane a rod, or complain about a scarce thread for wrapping. These are regular days, in typical situations.Read More
When you hurry through you aren't enjoying it, not really. The adventure turns into a "to-do," the experience is lost. You're trying to accomplish something, mark it off a list, feel successful. Living life this way is not beneficial, and fishing should take place slowly and thoughtfully.
Life isn't always about grand adventures, sometimes it's about enjoying the little things, taking your time, and being happy with where you are.Read More
There's a river that flows not far from the house. It's the one that Jacob and I fish most often, mostly due to proximity and easy access. Not all days can be spent on hour long hikes, although I wish that they could be. We've followed this river for years now, trudging from top to bottom, in sun, rain, and snow. I guess it's appropriate to call it our home waters.Read More
On Thanksgiving morning Jacob got a phone call from a fellow rod builder, just to say "hi," happy thanksgiving, and to see if he'd gotten some supplies that were recently dropped in the mail. The conversation turned, inevitably, to what our dinner plans were for the day.
"We're gonna go fishing."
"That's kind of an odd way to spend the day..."
That comment stuck with me all day. Mostly because I wondered if our "odd" ways were possibly a bit too odd.
We spent the entire day, knee deep in cold water, throwing wet flies and catching an array of football shaped brookies and rainbows. We were basically the only two on the water, and it was pretty great. We finished up the day eating frozen pizza, Jacob heading downstairs to plane out a rod and I found my way to the sewing room to pop out some "hurry up" orders.
It wasn't what you'd call a conventional Thanksgiving. We didn't have any turkey or watch any football. We didn't pull dressy clothes out of the back corner of the closet. We didn't spend the day with relatives we rarely talk to out of obligation. Instead, we spent the day doing what we're most thankful for with the one we're most thankful for.
I'd say that's a pretty good day.
Almost one year ago I put up an advertisement on the blog offer rod bags in the hopes of supplementing my income a little bit and understanding the world of rod building a little bit better (mostly for Jacob's sake).
One year later it's become my full-time job.
Thanks to you guys!
I've had so much fun on this little journey, sending bags out to builders from Key West to Montana to Australia. I've grown from simple bags to flannel to even tiny little ferrule plug pockets, and it really is all because of my customers.
Y'all have come up with some really fantastic ideas and I feel really lucky to be able to execute them.
Over this year, I've made some invaluable friendships, even though I never actually "met" most of you, but hopefully, someday I will.
In honor of this little anniversary of mine and with the upcoming Holiday Season (remember me on small business Saturday, because I'll be Opting Outside on black Friday) I'm offering 10% off your order when you use the code "ONEYEAR" from now until December 31, 2017, in my shop.
As always, if you'd prefer to order through email, feel free, just mention this post and I'll apply to 10% off.
Thank you again, to all of you! I don't think I can say it enough, but I'm sure going to try. It's been a hell of a ride, and I can't wait to see what's in store next!
The other day Jacob and I took an adventure to a stretch of water we hadn't fished before. It was a long drive up and around the mountain, ending in a small town; not even big enough for one stop light.
Somehow Jacob wound up with the camera this trip and we ended up reversing our normal roles.
Being the one who's typically behind the camera this was more than a little strange for me, being the "subject" is strange and uncomfortable for me. Probably as awkward as it is for Jacob using a bulky DSLR. Overall, I think he did pretty well, and adjusted better than I.
I'm looking forward to our next trip, back behind the camera, where all is well with the world.
The morning light is filtered and grey and ominous. The kind that reaches out and covers everything, from the tops of the mountains to the bottom of the valleys.
The air is heavy and wet, not quite raining, but nowhere near dry either. It's not that cold out, but the dampness makes it almost unbearable. Layers upon layers are applied. You fill up your travel mug with the hottest coffee you can stand.
You question your sanity.Read More
My fishing career began like most others, dunking worms. Just a couple of years old, with pigtails and bangs, pink spinning rod, and a squirming creature at the end of a hook. My grandfather was a proud spinner fisherman, never picked up a fly rod and never wanted to. He got me out on the water; he was the reason I developed a fascination with fish. But, my tender child heart soon turned from fascination to complete horror. Not only was I to rip worms in half, but then we were hooking a fishing for our sick human pleasure? Um, no thank you. At the time, as far as I was concerned, my fishing career ended at the young age of four.Read More