Trippy Pics

Caught by a truckstop door somewhere in America:

They call them “Daniel Boone caps,” but we called them “Davy Crocket coonskin caps” when I was a kid.  And we all wanted one.

Ah, the political incorrectness of it all.

About Bill Quick

I am a small-l libertarian. My primary concern is to increase individual liberty as much as possible in the face of statist efforts to restrict it from both the right and the left. If I had to sum up my beliefs as concisely as possible, I would say, "Stay out of my wallet and my bedroom," "your liberty stops at my nose," and "don't tread on me." I will believe that things are taking a turn for the better in America when married gays are able to, and do, maintain large arsenals of automatic weapons, and tax collectors are, and do, not.


Trippy Pics — 3 Comments

  1. I still have one somewhere around here. It’s not a holdover from my childhood. I bought it for myself in my early 20s. I don’t recall having a coontail cap when I was a kid, which might explain things. I bought Son#2 one when he was about 5, and he seems to have turned out OK so far.

  2. Head down the PCH to Santa Barbara, and then head inland to Los Olivos. Drop in at the Fess Parker Winery. Pick up a bottle or two of Frontier Red, and grab some of the itty bitty coonskin caps for them…