Duke Cannon Big Ass Brick of Soap in Gun Smoke

Spent Shells + Field Grass

Smells like spent shells at dawn, not an early morning conference call.

Duke Cannon’s perfect Fall Saturday does not involve a trip to the mall. Instead, it starts on a secluded piece of land, sitting in silence with good buddies of the two-and-four-legged variety, waiting for the world to wake up. Then, it all culminates in those first blasts tearing through the sky, providing that moment of exhilaration every sportsman holds dear.