One Fox. One Workshop.
I’m an old pyrotechnician, engineer, and US Army vet working from a small workshop in the mountains of northwestern Oregon. A post-service disability took me off the gun line — honestly, nobody wants a silly fox shambling around out there, and I don’t blame them. But it gave me something I did not expect: an opportunity to turn a lifelong passion into a real business.
I’ve been making things for as long as I can remember, from macaroni & Elmer’s to a bracket that’s on a satellite orbiting our planet as you read this! Gifts for family, signs for friends’ businesses, awards for fellow Boy Scouts, shirts for people who needed something specific and could not find it anywhere. Decades of that. And now I get to put food in my belly by doing the same? It’s more than I could ever ask for.
Foxfur Ink started with pyrotechnics — the gear, the signage, the crew shirts — because that’s my world and I know what that community needs. But it did not stop there. I want to make every crew, every small business, and every industry look better and more professional. Whether you’re running a fireworks shoot, organizing a festival, launching a small product line, or just need something made right — I’m here for it.
A crafty fox is a happy fox.
The Mascot
Li’l Foxy in the cadet cap is the face of Foxfur Ink: friendly, a little rugged, and easy to recognize. He’s a reminder that this isn’t a faceless warehouse or a generic print shop. It’s one maker, one workshop, and a brand with a little personality.
Questions? Weird requests? Just want to say hi? Hit the contact page — I actually read them.
Powered by the Sun — Built by Hand
Every heat press, printer, cutting machine, and computer I use to craft your order runs on 100% solar electricity, generated right here on-site. Not utility solar. Not credits. Mine. Built by me.
My system runs 10 Hyundai bifacial panels — 470 watts each — wired 2s5p into an 80A CCP charge controller charging a 5kWh 48-volt LFP battery which then feeds a 3kW CCP inverter. The power is clean, it’s always here, and it keeps this operation running when the grid doesn’t.
Up in the mountains, power outages aren’t rare — they’re routine. My neighbors wait. I keep cutting, pressing, and shipping; Your order will never even know there was an outage.
One of those panel racks isn’t steel or aluminum. It’s cedar, fir, and maple — timber I harvested from this property, hauled to the build site with nothing but rope and rawrr, and built into something that makes me smile every time I look at it. I even inoculated the base logs with shiitake mushroom plugs — so not only do those panels power this operation, they feed us too. I designed that system. I built that rack. I dragged those logs uphill both ways with my own paws.
I am extremely proud of what I’ve built here — The fact that it directly benefits my customers, keeps their orders on schedule regardless of what the weather throws at us, and does it without burning a single watt from the grid… that matters to me. A lot.
It’s good for the Earth. But honestly? It’s better for you.
