The Fudd Hat

Now listen here, son... this ain’t just a hat. This here’s The Fudd Hat, and it’s been ridin’ shotgun with me through more range days and huntin’ seasons than I can count on both hands. Camo all over, just like my long johns in November, and stitched up front in blaze orange with “FERRO” loud and proud so folks know I ain’t just some dude with a .22 plinkin’ cans. Naw, I’m the kinda feller who’ll bring out a lever-action, shoulder a 12 gauge, and ring steel ‘til the cows come home. This hat? She’s seen brass flyin’, targets cryin’, and squirrels fallin’ outta trees like acorns. Wore it shootin’ trap with Uncle Daryl, wore it sightin’ in my deer rifle last fall... hell, wore it when I taught my nephew how to run a bolt gun without blinkin’. She holds steady in the wind, don’t blow off when yer blastin’ down the logging road in the ol’ side-by-side, and soaks up sweat like a sponge in July. Ain’t nothin’ fancy, just like the Fudd way. But it’s honest. It’s loud in the right ways. And it