Years back came a coveted invitation to hunt a high-end plantation in Mississippi. The place had a beautiful lodge and a long heritage of classic Southern-style quail hunting. As I wandered through the lodge after lunch one day, I came across a blaze orange “Gilligan” hat on display in a glass case. About a third of the hat was missing, obviously blown away by a shotgun blast. I assumed it was the trophy of some Yankee’s initiation for the poor style sense in wearing a such a “goofy” hat. You know, steal the guy’s hat at the range, throw it up in the air and blaze away.
But when I asked my guide for the story behind the hat as we departed for the afternoon hunt, he assured me that the mutilated hat was the result of an accident in the field and that it was firmly planted on its owner’s head when it was blown to bits! …
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