HAVE YOU EVER WORN A COWBOY HAT WHILE HUNTING? BE HONEST.
—Ronald Sullivan Jr., San Antonio, Texas
In November 1977, while driving from Cody, Wyo., to Billings, Mont., to go on an elk hunt, I hit an icy patch on Highway 72 and went off the road in spectacular fashion while listening to Linda Ronstadt sing “Blue Bayou.” For reasons that are now unclear, I figured this entitled me to wear a cowboy hat, so I bought one in Billings, a very handsome silver-gray Stetson.
On the hunt, people were too polite to say anything, but the mirror did not lie. So I gave my Stetson away and never wore another.
I’M RUNNING OUT OF ROOM IN MY GUN SAFE. SHOULD I TRADE SOME GUNS FOR A HANDFUL OF REALLY…
