Born of the spirit of the old western song: Don't Fence Me In
“I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences,” sang Roy Rogers in the 1934 western song by Cole Porter and Robert Fletcher. Fletcher lived and worked in Montana, just west of where I wore this hat last summer, horseback riding and fly fishing in the shadow of the Crazy Mountains. Like the song, this hat reflects the wish of the cowboy not to be fenced in, and the eternal longing to “wander over yonder.” In rugged cotton twill with a leather band, it has a flexible brim you can flip up or down, bend and shape a thousand different ways, for looks as endless as the Montana sky. So authentic and distinctive, the wranglers at the 63 Ranch asked me where they could get one for themselves. Yet it also has an air of informality, a worn-it-for-years look, and it’ll take the beating of branches and thorns as you pull fat trout from a forest-lined creek. CoolMax® sweatband keeps your head cool. You can remove the leather cord, in case your chin doesn’t want to be fenced in either. Imported.
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