If wading boots could talk, the stories would probably be quite epic.
I finally pulled the trigger and picked up a brand new pair of wading boots. I chose the Simms Headwaters boots, for both price and looks, and I’m totally happy with them. Really stylish, really comfortable and also really discontinued by Simms.
Maybe it’s just me, but most of the new wading boots these days and just flat out fucking ugly. I don’t get it, but I’m not in the business of selling wading boots, I’m in the hobby of wearing them, and luckily Simms managed to make a really cool pair of boots that I totally dig.
A much needed upgrade
These new Simms boots are replacing my 3 year old, $40 Hodgman wading boots. Surprisingly, for a pair of $40 of boots that I picked up off of eBay, they performed pretty decent. $40 boots are $40 boots, no doubt, but just getting started and not really knowing any better, I bought them and they worked for the most part.
Interesting stories to tell
It’s times like these, when I replace out my old boots for fresh new ones, that I think to myself about the stories that would be told if those wading boots could talk.
The rivers we’ve walked together, the catches they’ve witnessed from just below the surface of a small, shallow stream. The interesting little critters they’ve picked up along the way that I would never be privy to noticing. The long days of holding me up and being my support, only to kick them off over by the camp fire and never give them a second thought, until time to hit the water again.
I can only imagine the stories they’ve overheard, most of which I don’t even remember. These last 3 years have been some pretty good times in those boots and I’d love to be able to recount many of those times from their point of view.
As I usher in a new era with a new pair of boots, it’s time to walk new paths and document new stories about fishing, parenthood and being a part of whatever the hell this is we call life. I hope the next several years prove to be just as interesting as the last several.
For those old boots that are getting replaced, it’s not the end of the road that leads to a discarded future in a landfill somewhere. Instead, those boots will rest along side other cool treasures of my life that would tell a pretty epic, and sometimes unbelievable story, if they could talk.