Started in a cold garage. Still built by hand.
We weren't a company first. We were two hunters who lost three rifles and a cooler full of gear after a soft tonneau ripped on a -30 morning. The real alternatives cost $3,000 or didn't fit. So we started making it.
What started as one cap for our own Ranger turned into orders from buddies. Then their buddies. Then strangers driving four hours just to pick one up.
Six years later, we’re still in the same Manitoba shop. Still cutting every panel by hand. Still inspecting every detail before it leaves. Still the same two-person obsession with building the toughest bed cap money can buy.
We’ve turned down three offers to mass-produce overseas. We’ll turn down three more. Because the second we automate it, it stops being ours—and stops being yours
