Meet Our Founder

Name's Cletus Deerman—but you can call me Buck.

I'm a Virginia whitetail, raised in the woods where the poker games run late, the stories get taller, and if you can't keep a straight face across from a moose… you probably shouldn't be playing.

Deer Creek Road started because every table we had was either too flimsy, too fancy, or just plain wrong. So I built one that could handle a real game night—chips flying, elbows leaning, and the occasional bad decision.

Then I built a few more.

Now we make custom poker tables and accessories for folks who take their game nights seriously—but not themselves.

Everything we build follows one simple rule:
If it can't survive a long night and a few bad bluffs… it's not leaving the shop.

So pull up a chair, stack your chips, and make yourself at home.

Just don't expect me to go easy on you. I've been reading bluffs since before you grew your first rack.