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Any old Stetson or Woolrich fedora style hat. But my go to hat is a Filson tin packer hat for most hunting situations. If it gets really cold and windy I just stuff a wool scarf in the hat and presto! Now you have a waterproof, windproof, really warm hat. Can't have enough hats with brims that cover you 360. I confess, I'm also a hat horder.
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i too like old hats..would like to have one of the old canvas hats that them old time quail hunters wore.dont know proper name but know what they look like i wore one for years but at last it musta plum wore out or wife canned it one.. destrey them are truly some sharp hats you posted..if you ever find them and there s an extra think of me... charlie
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"If there is a heaven it must have thinning aspen gold, and flighting woodcock, and a bird dog" GBE |
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I can picture you in one of those hats Charlie but I dunno Charlie... I think your beard might cover up your nice necktie.
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We bought those jones caps back in the 60's which were khaki/tan colored and worked pretty well out here in California for the warm fall opener. They added a jaunty look to an otherwise dowdy outfit.
After we'd finish up, the hats would come off and everyone would laugh at the next guy's hat hair. Wish I had my old hat....bet it still smells like citronella. |
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Destry,
I will keep my eye out for them here in the Southwest. I am always hitting antique shops, estate sale, etc. |
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When I was in college in New York City, I was walking down my block towards Fifth Ave. on West 10th St. It was a cool late autumn afternoon. The street was quiet almost empty. Two ballet students were walking down the sidewalk in front of me, arm in arm. They suddenly parted. Then, just as quickly, the girls came back together their arms rejoining. The cause of their parting was something sitting in the middle of sidewalk. I took a few steps, bent down and picked it up. It was a brown Stetson Gun Club hat. I looked at it for a second, dusted it off and placed it on my head. It fit perfectly. I wore it all that winter. Sometime in the early spring, I went to listen to some jazz at Bradley's on University Place. I left it at the bar late that night. I went back in a light snow the next morning. The street looked clean and beautiful but the hat was gone. I loved that hat. I was proud of it. I miss it still...
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Do you have pictures of the ballet students? The hat wouldn't have fit either me or Destry.
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