The Kingfisher story began many years ago with a father and son on a dove field in south Georgia. The morning was early, the coffee piping hot and black as night, and there was a feeling of excitement and anticipation in the young boy's heart. It was to be his first dove hunt, and he was to be the bird dog. The pair were sporting briar pants, camo and a lightweight Remington 1100 that rested casually on the father's shoulder. For these two, the morning was not about bringing home the limit, it was about fellowship, sportsmanship, responsibility, and skill. To put it in short, it handing down a tradition set by generations of sportsmen. Many of us have had such mornings, but that morning was my first bird hunt and that boy was me.
In the years since, I graduated out of my bird dog position and honed my skills as an outdoorsman. The query became quail and pheasant, deer and elk. The mornings became colder, the settings more rugged, and it didn't take long to find out that quality products make a big difference in how a hunter enjoys the chase. For instance: a field vest that doesn't fit will inevitably find a way to snag every scrub oak in proximity; a thin belt is about as effective as a cat is at retrieving; and canvas shellbags are best used to hold nails for roofing projects. By the age of 12 I had two passions: sportsmanship and craftsmanship.
During middle and high school I was on a competition shooting team, for which a good Cartridge bag is necessary. I tried canvas bags, shooting vests, and even cargo pockets. Each one was uncomfortable, caused my trousers to sag in an ungentlemanly fashion, and were simply flawed in respect to their purpose. Before dove season began that year I created the first Wingshooter's Cartridge Bag and my solution began to be embraced as others commissioned this new product. Since then, the Wingshooter's Cartridge Bag has remained a core product and my passion for design and problem solving has grown Kingfisher to its current line.
Though I did not know it until recent years I have a lineage of leather workers as my forefathers on both sides of my family. William Ross Roberts my, great, great Grandfather learned shoemaking in Louisiana in the years leading up to the WW2. He opened shops in Priceville and Decatur and his sons Billy and Buddy Roberts took over the businesses after their return from the war. Just before I was born my great grandfather, a second generation cobbler, died and his equipment was sold with no one to continue the craft. Since then the trade lay dormant in my family for about 13 years until I picked it up in 2011.
We hope you will appreciate our heritage and attention to detail. Our desire is simply that each product we create will be cherished by its new owner and will someday be passed down along with its history to your children and grandchildren.