Just like the plants in springtime, we see the seeds of our creative team’s ideas sprout, bloom and grow into what we proudly present as our Spring/Summer 2017 Kevin’s Catalog. As we look back on the season of preparation for this catalog, we remember and appreciate not only each of our Kevin’s team members’ hard work and dedication to the project, but also the many petals of creation that we have come to see as the equivalent to the wonder and beauty of a flower. If only it was as easy as nature makes it look!
Do you ever flip through a catalog and totally miss the good stuff? Well, don’t miss the Kevin’s custom crafted Italian Pewter Collection that is found ONLY at Kevin’s! Kathleen and Rebecca met with an artisan from northern Italy and he put their ideas into production. After 2 years, the true essence of the Longleaf Pine and Bobwhite Quail of South Georgia was perfected and this beautiful line of pewter was launched.
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The term “Tweed” was coined quite accidentally in 1826 as the result of a misread label on a shipment of woven wool “Tweels” – the Scots dialect word for twill – from weaver William Watson & Sons of Commercial Road, Hawick, to a London cloth merchant. The word “Tweel” had perhaps not been written clearly on the label but to the merchant “Tweed” made complete sense as these fabrics were chiefly used in those days by gentlemen for shooting and fishing, with the nearby river Tweed being a fashionable destination for such pursuits.
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Well, my half birthday with Kevin’s, that is! I have soooo enjoyed working at Kevin’s for the past 6 months. And as I was talking with Kevin and Kathleen about how much I have learned about their business since I started with them, it occurred to me that this is something to BLOG about!
Every President’s Day, a 99 year tradition takes place on a member plantation of the Georgia Florida Field Trial Club in the Red Hills Region. Members gather to celebrate their wild coveys of quail, family friendships and rivalries that have spanned generations, and most importantly, their beloved bird dogs.
Since 1916, Club members have come outfitted in their finest, from riding boots to the feathers in their hats. Even their handsome wooden quail wagons are shined for the occasion. While there are many member spectators, only 24 member plantations can run a dog, split up into twelve braces of two. Imagine a day long hunt with plantation owners mounted in wagons and on horses underneath tall pines and amongst the wiregrass, competing to take home the coveted title of best bird dog. Two judges, one from the Club and a non-member, set out on their horses with the gallery to judge the best pointer. The judges count and score each dog’s points and honored points over a thirty minute window. As a point occurs, the dog’s owner shoots a favorite gun in the air to break the covey and move the dog on.
Midday, everyone breaks for lunch on a scenic piece of the plantation where the Club dines under a massive white tent and speculates on who has brought the best dog. After lunch, the Club parades back into the pines where the second group of bird dogs perform. After the last brace, the Club makes their way back to the tent where the winners are announced and the plantation owners with the top three dogs are awarded trophies.
Congratulations to this year’s winner! 1st Place: Kathy Folsom, 2nd Place: New Hope Plantation and 3rd Place: Melrose Plantation.
Kevin’s salutes the Georgia Florida Field Trial Club for the traditions they’ve upheld for over a century. They’re fine stewards of the land, love the wildlife and working animals that make it enjoyable, and make running around in the woods fashionable – a few of our favorite things!
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Chloe joined the Kelly family at Christmas and loves visiting the stores and catalog. She was helping us today with Fall 2014 Mountain Khaki selections!
T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the store,
Kevin’s staff was busy stocking the shelves once more.
The Barbour’s, Beretta’s and Purdey’s were hung,
close to Holland and Holland, the clothing and guns.
Kevin’s Finest was hanging and folded just right,
when everyone headed home Christmas Eve night.
As they locked the front door there arose a great clatter,
the staff called Kevin and Kathleen to see what was the matter.
Away to the store, The Kelly’s drove in a flash,
unlocked the front door and ran in with a dash;
the street lights on Broad gave a warm luminous glow
as they shone like midday on objects below.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear
but a whited bearded old gent, without his reindeer.
A jolly old man all dressed in Red,
they realized it was Santa which made them quite glad.
More focused than lasers, his eyes how the flew,
around the shop twinkling, he knew what to do.
“Shirts, belts, boots and bowties “he cried, “shotguns and more,
My whole list is filled from this wonderful store!”
With frenzy much like the warehouse sale crowd,
Santa moved with great speed as he moved through each aisle.
Around each corner, and up to the top of each wall,
he filled his great bag and it grew very tall.
And then with a twinkle Santa began laughing with joy;
he had found all of the presents for his good girls and boys.
As we wondered and pondered on what he would do next,
he came down the steps and slowed down for short little rest.
He was dressed all in fur, but started trying on clothes,
the red coat was for Christmas, only for show.
First he tried on our shirts, then some pants, now a coat,
he knew what he liked but he never did gloat,
A happy glance in the mirror confirmed he looked fine,
He kept trying on clothes until it was time.
He admired our shotguns and tried out a few,
then looked at our muck boots and knew they would do.
St. Nick looked through the ties, admiring all,
and then checked out the camo and several duck calls.
He loved the Clic Readers, in our sunglasses he rocked,
and he turned around laughing then spied our wool socks,
It was cold in the North Pole, he loved how they felt
warm feet were a priority especially for elves.
He had a broad face and little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly
He noticed us watching and with a wink of his eye
Let us know the time had come for him to fly,
He spoke not a word and went back to his work
He closed up his bag, and then turned with a jerk.
Opening the front door he gave a great whistle,
And a sleigh with eight reindeer arrived for his dismissal.
He sprang to the sleigh and away they all flew
With a quiet, quick cadence, they knew what to do.
But we heard him exclaim as they flew out of sight
“Thank you to the Kelly’s; I had lots of fun,
everyone wanted Kevin’s this year , so my work is now done.
On to deliver these great gifts of yours,
Merry Christmas to all, especially those who love the outdoors!”