Any fly fisher worth his salt owns a straw hat. My straw hats serve me well on the rivers, streams, lakes, in the garden, mowing the lawn or just sitting about in the warmth of the summer months.
They do, however, wear out. When the brim flaps about out of control and the General shape resembles a woven pile of fettuccine, it's time for a new one. Well, after 4 years of faithful service, the time had come for my old straw hat. So....the ceremony....a fine and fitting end to an old friend.
Goodbye old friend.
😢
Rg