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Frank D.

Meandering Boo Boy--Introduction & blog post 1

Bamboo fly rods are the most mystical fishing instruments ever fashioned by craftsmen. In fact the craftsmanship of these rods surpasses their usefulness. They have become collectable objects of desire. The Sweetgrass rod company, staffed by the legendary Boo Boys, combine several decades of rod-making expertise to craft some of the most artful rods found astream. It is Glenn Brackett and his quads, as well as Jerry Kustich's pent. rods that lead many bamboo enthusiasts to Twin Bridges, driving Hwy. 41 with a smile on their face.

In 2005, I made this journey to meet the Boys. They have gone out of their way to help me in bamboo rod making, fishing tips, and life in general. Jerry even invited me to sleep on the shop floor, when a snowstorm loomed over the Tobacco Root mountains, and I planned on camping out. They are always so giving!

Through the years I have been lucky enough to help in the shop, splitting bamboo, sanding nodes, sweeping the floor and other miscellaneous jobs. The Boys have always made me feel welcome, and at home. I have learned much about the magic of bamboo, and get to try out different rods every time I visit. I've only broken one, so far.

During a recent conversation, Dave Delisi and I, talked about the revised web site and other shop news. I love to write, and fish more than I do much else. I've tried to work, but it just doesn't work out that well. I am usually found wading meandering streams, casting cane (or one of Sam's wonderful carbon fiber rods) – if I am found at all. Given my propensity to fish, and tell tall, adventurous tales, Dave and I thought it might be interesting to post stories on the Sweetgrass site, to keep visitors coming back to the shop – either online or in person. We cast the idea to Glenn and Jerry, who were happy to go ahead with the project.

Therefore, I am happy to announce my official designation as the Meandering Boo Boy, and will be posting weekly blogs on the Website. The blogs will cover my adventures astream, casting Sweetgrass cane. They may be short, amusing stories, details of life in the shop, or just a pictorial from a recent fishing trip.

My name is Zac Sexton, and I am from the Bighorn mountains in northeast Wyoming. There, I started casting my dad's old fiberglass fly rod at age seven. By 12 years of age, I was fishing that rod for Bass and Bluegill in a nearby pond. It wasn't until age 15 that I actually caught a fish with a fly rod! At 17, I bought my first bamboo fly rod from an antique shop, and managed to entice many trout to bite my offerings. I was smitten with bamboo rods from the first time I laid eyes on one.

During my formative years, I worked at a local fly shop, tying flies for it at age 16, and guiding anglers by 17. In college I restored several old rods, and managed to get published in a few newspapers and magazines. I wrote for the University of Idaho college paper, as well as an outdoor column for the Lewiston Morning Tribune.

After college, I traveled around the country – fishing for the most part. I made my first bamboo rod, starting from the culm, in 2006, and am still busy working on my own rods, as a hobby. I currently guide outdoor and fly-fishing trips for the Rock Creek Cattle Company, outside of Deer Lodge, Mont., and fish on my days off. I look forward to hearing from Sweetgrass fans, and hope you enjoy my stories.

In Wild Waters,                                       

Zac Sexton

The Meandering Boo Boy


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Welcome to On The Road and The River

Life is a journey, not a destination.

Shortly, this page have more information about the journey of fly fishing.  Check back soon and join us for the ride!


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Fading Away

We do not start from the plant, from the technical activity of man, but from man himself…. In a Community of Work, accent is not on acquiring together but on working together for a collective and personal fulfillment.

The Sane Society
Eric Fromm

Where the memories once hung, bare walls stared back, bewildered and baffled by the emptiness that now filled the room long known in the world of bamboo as a shrine. Somehow our spirits once mingled among the swirling electrons responsible for the energy that defined the worn down old building, but the essence within the machine filled space now mourned the dying embers of bygone years. A good portion of our lives had been spent there. And though the company considered us just employees, we regarded ourselves as guardians of the flame, touch bearers of a grail that was to be honorably handed down to the next generation like it had been for the past three-quarters of a century. This craft of historical proportions was our legacy to protect, and the way we saw it, it was our duty to pass on as well.

For us, what we did wasn't just a job. It was a labor of devotion: a mission, a quest, a passion, a love affair. After all, we were creating an object that was more than just a tool used for fly fishing. What we built possessed qualities that extended far beyond the realm of flesh and blood - of this we were convinced. This artful object constructed of reconstituted grass was a sort of talisman that, when used on a perfect day for all the right reasons, would conjure brief and fleeting moments of lasting significance. This was what we believed, and no matter what some might think, that was all that really counted.

"Everyone works with the idea of doing the best possible job and a time limit is not put on doing it. There are no fixed working days or hours that anyone has to adhere to. If one of the trout streams beckons they are free to go. This provides us with the artistic freedom and inspiration we need to accomplish what we feel is outstanding work…. We refuse to compromise." Years before Patagonia founder Yvon Chouinard established his extremely successful company based upon similar principles, Tom Morgan and Glenn Brackett included these words in the 1979 company catalog. When Chouinard's philosophy blurred the line between work and play, fostering creativity, loyalty, and a sense of belonging among his employees, it led to a content workplace and a business that has prospered over the years. It just makes sense, he figured, that a company producing outdoor goods should provide the opportunity for its workers to partake in outdoor activities. Tom and Glenn already had this vision, and it was an essential ingredient to be incorporated into their business as it expanded into the future. For those of us at the bamboo shop, we lived by this credo for over two decades.

Not perfect by any means, the four of us were modern day misfits, non-conformists in an age when blind faith acceptance of fuzzy facts had become the norm. Opinionated, outspoken, and irreverent, gentle, kind and compassionate, our attributes were not compatible with the bland concept of what a new-age employee should be. Even our appearance projected an unresolvable enigma to those consumed by the straight-laced black and white rules of righteousness and the my-way-or-the-highway dogma of the almighty corporate deity.

Although many acknowledge a corporation’s autonomous right to do whatever it takes to accomplish arbitrary goals set by those in charge, where is it written that this has to be the case. Outsourcing, downsizing, and devaluing the human effort has become industry standard since the turn of the 21st century. By not cultivating the fulfillment factor of its employees, however, corporations seem intent on selling out their most precious resources for short-term gains at the expense of long-term well-being.

A 2006 poll suggested that what eighty percent of today’s workforce want more than better compensation is greater respect and appreciation for what they do in the workplace. Self-serving CEOs seem incapable of acknowledging intangible assests as important, yet understanding this one aspect of human dignity could be the secret ingredient behind developing a truly successful company. Like Chouinard’s Patagonia, it would seem that the fly fishing industry would lend itself perfectly to a similar strategy. But unfortunately many of these companies throughout the past fifteen years have fallen into the wrong hands - vision-less, soul-less, and oblivious to the benefits of nurturing the human spirit.

At the bamboo shop we were throwback individualists, but we were also devoted to the company and for what it once stood for. No one could refute our intention in that regard. But what happened, they say, was just business. Never mind that what we did and how we did it wasn't broken; it was just not tolerable. Sure, we were profitable, but could we keep up with growth projections. How many more rods could we build before a line was crossed?

For us, this was a conundrum. It was like asking the distillers of twelve-year old single malt to knock a few years off the process. We may have been able to comply, but the compromise was not worth the price. It would have cost our souls. Making a rod on a time clock is not the same as making a rod without looking at the time. There is a distinction, and to pass on that distinction would take some training, contemplation, soul-searching and commitment to ideals foreign to the bottom line society that we have become. Freedom is only as good as the courage it takes to stand up for what one believes. In the end, standing up for our idealism was all that we had left.

The final days were painful. They were only made bearable by the support and encouragement of so many friends. The burden of our decision challenged our obligation to the legacy that was entrusted to us, but that responsibility was snatched from our grasp and ultimately disregarded as unimportant. For Glenn thirty-three years of undying commitment to a craft he cherished and a company that he once owned burned like a laser through his entire being. We all shared his suffering. This was not a scenario that any of us ever envisioned, yet the stark reality stifled all ability to make sense of our fate. It was our honor to have built one of the finest bamboo rods ever made. But as the light of our careers was fading away, we realized that the sole accountability of not passing this tradition on with the integrity it deserved would forever be our burden to bear.

When the lights turned off, the shop was still. So many years had come down to this. There soon would be new faces, hopeful and willing to breathe fresh life into an old way of doing things. On that day, though, no one was there to say goodbye. As the door closed on our eighty years, all we had was the building, our old friend, as it whispered farewell upon our departure. The keys were left behind. The door latched for the very last time.

The next day, I was told, the locks were changed.

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