To be quite honest, I don’t get this Barbour tweed fishing jacket at all. Why is there a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser nailed down to this thing? Why is there a net pocket on it? Is that where you hold your shrimp and shit? Why is a fishing jacket made out of wool? I mean, if you’re going to be fishing, I’m pretty sure you’re going to get wet, especially with some shrimp in your pocket. Anyways, all I know is that me, along with every other professional fronter on this glorious island of Manhattan, will never let a $790 jacket get anywhere near some stagnant, corroding water, let alone a fucking disgusting trout. The only thing I’d be fishing for in this jacket is compliments. I’m incredibly self-conscience.
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