In 1976, on cool summer morning in south eastern Oregon, a boy walked along side his Dad. The sun was just creeping over the horizon, and promised to over heat the now pleasantly cool high desert air. Billy knew that soon it would be unbearable, the sweat would cause the dust to accumulate on his face and arms, running down his young face in little muddy streams. Even for a ten year old boy who spent a lot of time in the back country, the grimy itchy dust was unpleasant, and he was sure he didn’t have enough water. He muttered as he walked “when do I get to shoot something, I’m board, tired, hungry and……” BOOOOM! His grumblings were interrupted by the bark of a muzzle-loader just down the trail, and all thoughts of the impending dust covered misery disappeared. Just then a small red feather rolled by, followed by the acrid cloud of black powder smoke. “Hey look!”, He yelped, as he scurried after it. It bounced down the trail in the opposite direction carried by the early morning breeze. After capturing his quarry , he immediately pulled off the dusty brown felt hat, and poked the feather into the head band. After briefly admiring his new bright red treasure, he noticed that his Dad and the other buckskin clad enthusiasts had already made their way to the first stage of the trail shoot, where he would get to shoot a playing card to start off his first time as a competitor. He sped off to catch up with his group. As he arrived one of the tall bearded “mountain-men” looked down and said with a toothy grin, “better git your gun loaded little Red Feather, it’ll be yer turn soon.” With a big smile Red Feather started getting his 32 caliber Hawkins rifle loaded, and thought, “My first trail shoot and I already got a nick name. What a great day”. That was the first time he heard the nick name that would follow him through all of the many outings he spent with his Dad and the Barlow Trail Long-rifle Club. A string of memories he would carry with him the rest of his life.
“Nobody has Called me Red Feather for years, But When I though about all the things I could call this little company I started, it just made sense.” <Bill C> Now you know…. 🙂
Red Feather Gear LLC is a small, family owned company in Gig harbor, Washington. Its founder Bill Christman has been making holsters and sheaths for over a decade, only Part time as he was a General Contractor specializing in multifamily renovations. Prior to that Bill spent 15 years in the Fine art industry as a bronze sculptor and patina artist. While working in, and with the art foundries in Washington, and Oregon, he was exposed to all of the process used to produce fine art bronze sculpture. Among the skills he acquired in the fine art business were mold, and pattern making. Drawing on those skills, he has introduced to holster makers a new level of detail and accuracy not found in most cast pattern guns available previously. Attention to detail and quality control are the corner stone of Red Feather patterns and kydex products. Whether you need a pattern gun, holster, knife sheath, or a custom project, you can be sure every measure will be taken to assure your satisfaction. Customer service is very important to us, and we will stand behind our products one hundred percent. If you are ever unsatisfied with a purchase just give us a call, and we will make sure you go away happy.
Cast molds are just the beginning. As we grow our product line, innovation and technological advances will drive new developments in the holster making craft. In the near future Red Feather we will be delving into many of the high tech processes that are abundant in the pacific northwest, utilizing aerospace materials, 3D imaging, 3D Printing, and CNC machining, we will be developing many new products for the holster maker and holster and sheath end users. Its a slow and expensive process, so be patient and watch the web site for new products.
Thank you for your business
-The Red Feather Team-