When I was coming up as a young lad in the Adirondacks we only wore Woolrich and Malone wool in those open hardwood forests.

I moved to central Pa in 1987 it didn't take me long to realize that wool was a magnet for burdock, hitchhikers and briers.

When I moved to SE Pa in 1997 I realized wool was no match for multiflori rose and autumn olive either. Only the most tightly woven Carhart canvas cloths and waste high snake chaps can get you through that stuff without blood running.

All that being said, I still have my wool up in the closet in a garment bag with a box of moth balls just in case I ever move back to Upstate NY

Fat chance.

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