"What's with the sunglasses? Who are you, Van Johnson?" --Uncle Leo

A lot of so called necessary accouterments can be shed when getting down to the core simplicities of fishing. Not the shades. All the shit we’re going to get under the tree next week to help us in our pursuits, exchange it back and get the proper eye coverage. Through your eyes is how you want it all to go down, burned into your occipital lobe for recall when you’re doing something mundane at a later date.

I find donning the polarized helps me in all facets of life–driving in the rain, walking, glancing askew. I prop them up on the hat or head indoors and forget they’re there, leading to exchanges like the following:

You got your sunglasses on your head, man…

Yeah it was sunny earlier…

It’s night now…

Yeah, I know.

You look like a damn fool.

Thanks for noticing.