I've been wearing hats all my life, from growing up on a ranch in Texas, to 99% of my hunting, to wandering around the Middle East on multiple occasions. I'm light complected and don't tan. A few years ago, a military dermatologist told me if I hadn't worn a brimmed hat most of my life, they'd have to skin me alive.
Growing up it was cowboy hats, but over time, as life took me over the world, my style changed. I'm partial to felt hats and particularly Greeley Hat Works hats. I've worn out quite a few...
A good hat is like a good horse or a good hunting dog: You put a million miles on them, you work with them thru thick and thin, you baby them at times and give them tough-love at others, you count on them and they count on you. And in the end, you NEVER throw them away; you retire them and let them hang around your hunting room, like you'd retire a good using horse to the pasture. Then you pet them every now and then, remember all the miles you went together, and wish you could do it all over again...
