09/27/2026
Four generations. One little Arkansas town. And a whole lot of memories in between.
That little boy sitting on that bed rail with his first buck is me. Standing far left is my dad—the man who would eventually become the owner and builder behind Headhunter Customs—and between us is his dad, my grandpa.
But the story goes back another generation.
The man in the white shirt was my great-grandfather. He served our country in World War II, came home, settled in Gurdon, Arkansas, and built a house and a little shop with his own hands.
Decades later, that same place is still home.
My dad lives there today, and that little shop has grown into the place where the custom builds you see from Headhunter Customs come to life.
We don’t come from anything fancy. We come from a small Arkansas town, from working with our hands, and from generations of people who were thankful for what they had and made the most of it.
Four generations of our family have called Gurdon home, and all four of us grew up, in one way or another, right there around the same ground where HHC operates today.
And when fall came around, we hunted.
We grew up chasing whitetails in the Little Missouri River bottoms and all over our county really. Dad and I still hunt those same bottoms today, walking some of the same ground and looking down some of the same old lanes that generations before us knew. Even staring as I hunt at where my Grandpa’s stand was not all that long ago.
Opening morning, Lord willing, that’s exactly where we’ll be again—looking down that same old pipeline one more time.
The guns are a bit different now. The shop is filled with some different equipment than what Peppaw (great grandpa) had in there when I was a kid. We’re a little older, and a couple of the men in these pictures aren’t here to walk those woods with us anymore.
But the roots haven’t moved.
Gurdon, Arkansas. Four generations. One family. And we’re mighty blessed to still call it home. 🇺🇸🦌
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