Nothing here yet. We're getting things ready. When the doors open, you'll know.
Nothing is for sale yet. That's on purpose. Here's the line, what each piece is for, and the door to hear first when it's real.
A hanging air freshener shaped like the fish we chase. It rides in the truck, hangs in the boat, clips to the pack, and carries the tribe with it.
The striped bass. One freshener, hung where you need it: the mirror, the console, the rod, the pack. The one you hand a friend.
The one most people start with.
Limited runs, each one numbered, offered to the tribe before anyone else sees them. Announced by email, gone when they're gone.
Two are for you: the truck and the boat. The third is for the one who's been quiet lately, the friend who hasn't been out in a while, the person who needs the water more than you do this week. Hand it over. That's the whole idea.
A share of every pack flows back to the tribe's mental health causes. The exact figure, and who receives it, gets published on this page the day the first check clears. Not before.
Nothing is for sale yet. Leave your email and we'll let you know the day the doors open.