Nothing lasts forever, and today my constant fishing companion, my 5-year-old, once black, faded NCFFB hat, my "lucky" fishing hat, has gone to Davey Jones' locker. A willow branch grabbed said hat and tossed it into a zipping riffle as I fought a steelie. Yes, it's only a "thing" but I'll miss that cap.
I bought it's replacement about a year ago and will don it tomorrow. It's a black baseball cap with a steelhead playing an electric guitar on the front and it proclaims "Metalhead".
Here's a photo of my departed cap, taken a couple of weeks ago. RIP my friend.
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