Lost Cannon Leather

February 1936 – Goliad, TX

“At a certain point the needle began to act up. We began digging at 8 o’clock at night. It was pretty dark and a cold norther was blowing. With picks, grubbing hoes and shovels we kept going down. We were looking for buried gold. There were five of us, we drank coffee and believe me, it was exciting. Along about 2 o’clock in the morning my grubbing hoe hit something with a metallic sound.” – A.V. Shaw

Our beginnings here at Lost Cannon Leather are laced with mystery and adventure. On what I can only imagine to be a clear and frigid night, my grandfather A.V. Shaw set out to discover the prize of a lifetime. Under cover of darkness, with a few million stars lighting the way, and within the walls of the Presidio La Bahia, he was looking for the end of the rainbow as his son used to say.

I can only imagine what garments he wore to protect himself from the howling north wind. There are very few pictures of Grandpa, and in the ones we do have is wearing the same outfit: khaki trousers, a white shirt and a felt hat. Did he carry an old satchel to hold any muskets he found? Were his leather boots worn with holes from the countless hours he spent digging? Or did he have a favorite portfolio to carry all the notes and maps he believed would lead him to Col. Fannin’s buried cannons?

Our products here at Lost Cannon Leather are made with these utilitarian, rugged concepts in mind. Designs that are simple and functional. We hope that once you purchase one of our products it gets used, left out in the rain, acquires a few scratches, and maybe even develops a worn spot or two; not for the purpose of having a return customer, but in hopes that it tells a story of who you are and where you have been.