Good things come in threes, right?
This past fall, Jacob returned home from a day on the river to excitedly announce the sale of three identical custom bamboo builds. I'll repeat that in case you didn't catch it, three identical (if this were Facebook, I might have used all caps) custom bamboo rods. It's quite easy at the moment to become overly excited about the prospect of work during what is sure to be a slow winter. Don't get me wrong; work is excellent; work is especially useful when it's rod building. But, there's that word again, identical.
If you know Jacob, you know that he is particular. And, if you know him really well, you know that particular is a bit of an understatement. So, let the record show, I was a little skeptical about how this undertaking was going to turn out.
A Little Piece of History
A little while back, I received an email about an old Winston rod bag and a hopeful update. I immediately felt a surge of excitement, followed closely by panic. What if the original bag was so old manipulating it would damage it beyond repair? What if I ripped the label, this piece of history? There's no fixing a satin label. I agreed to take on the project, hoping that everything was well preserved and malleable.
Read moreDiscovering Cutthroat and A Little More
If you drive around in the mountains a bit from our house, follow a Forest Service road for a few miles, you end up in a canyon with a perfect little river flowing through it. It's mostly become our 'go-to' escape, given its closeness and exceptional beauty. But, who am I kidding, almost everything here is perfectly splendid.
We decided on a quick trip in the middle of the day right when the temperature had gotten too hot to work anymore, and a little extra elevation was necessary. We hit the river just as the afternoon rainstorm did it is monsoon season after all.
If you've been a follower of this little blog of ours, you've probably noticed that I've misplaced my enthusiasm for it. Maybe it's the adjustment to a new place, lack of motivation, too many rod bags, too little adventure, or perhaps basic laziness. I'm still trying to figure it out.
Read moreWell-Read Wednesday {A Mystery}
Happy Halloween, everyone! While everyone else is posting photos of wonderfully carved out pumpkins and clever costumes, I'm afraid the best I can do is 'introduce' you to a mystery.
Several years ago I was urged to read The Royal Wulff Murders by Keith McCafferty, or any of his books. I declined. The idea of a whodoneit mystery with a bit of the wild west and fly fishing thrown in came across as a bit kitschy to me. Maybe it would be 'entertaining,' but I like to think I need more substance to my books for them to be worth it.
Read moreAnother Bamboo Fly Rod {Casting Carolinas Edition}
For three years now, Jacob has teamed up with his mentor, Charlie Downs, to put together a bamboo fly rod for the organization, Casting Carolinas.
Casting Carolinas is a non-profit organization which introduces women who are surviving cancer to fly fishing through retreats and single-day events.
Read moreFinding Color In a Sea of Khaki
Khaki is my most popular rod bag color. Light khaki, dark khaki, lightweight khaki, lightweight light khaki… You get the point. In fact, I have an entire fabric bin dedicated to khaki. All the other colors and flannel fit in another, much small bin. What can I say, people like their muted tones?
But, every once in a while my little sewing world gets rocked with a bit of color. Okay, maybe more than a little.
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