Wyoming Wind and a Plug Hat
Bill Nye, my all-time favorite western humorist, like the
rest of us who live in Wyoming often made a few unpleasant comments about the Wyoming
wind. February seems to always be the bleak month in the Cowboy state. Cold and
wind dominate.
Nye entitled one
of the short stories in his book, Forty Liars and Other Lies, “The Plug
Hat in Wyoming,” and you guessed it, the wind is the antagonist.
Here is what he had to say –
“In the first place, the climate of Wyoming is not
congenial to the plug hat. You may wear one at 1 o’clock with impunity, if you
can dodge the vigilance committee, and at three minutes past1 a little cat’s
paw of wind will come sighing down from the Snowy Range, that make the cellars
and drive-wells tremble, and the hat looks like a frightened picket fence.”
He also plays with the idea of the hat maybe being too
much of a dudes head topper to be worn in the rough and tumble 1870s – 80s Wyoming.
“In former years they used to hang a man who wore a plug hat west of the
Missouri but after a while they found that it was a more cruel and horrible
punishment to let him wear it and chase it over the foothills when the
frolicsome breeze caught it up and toyed with it, and landed it against the
broad brow of Laramie Peak.
He does mention that the hats can be found as long as you
are willing to travel fifteen or twenty miles, “as the crow flies,” to find it.
In the end he explains the hat of the day, the western
style of hat. “Time may overcome at last the public disfavor, but until the
Rocky Mountain wind is lulled to repose, so that a plug hat will not have to be
tied on with a wrought iron stair-rod, the soft hat will be the prevailing
style of roof.”
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