Quote Originally Posted by OC Richard View Post
At the Las Vegas Highland Games (and any Games in the southwestern quadrant of the USA) you'll see cowboy hats, Panama hats, Tilly hats, bucket hats, anything and everything that keeps the sun off- even the occasional Kitchener helmet!
I do have one of those wide-brimmed cowboy hat mimickers, and I have actual evidence of me, kilted, in rural Texas in an awful "pretend" Stetson at my wife's brother's wedding reception. I'll try to retrieve that and post it.

My spouse's Dad was a University of Texas sprinter and Olympic Gold Medalist (400 meter relay, Helsinki, 1952), but I refuse to be seen in that awful orange color of their athletic teams. Running career over, he labored briefly as a wide receiver for the LA Rams before being warned at an LA cocktail party that his knees wouldn't survive more than a few years in that role, and that, given his Texas horsemanship skills, he'd do well in the (much safer)! profession of cowboy movie stuntman, where he excelled for almost 3 decades. However, his signature accomplishement in my book was still being able to marry a "stepmom" for my wife younger than she and father a son early in his 70s, who was the groom in that wedding we just attended early this month.

And, assuming Jock is still reading the thread, I've actually considered getting a deerstalker, but in the context of pairing it with a real Inverness Cape. However, having left Montana (about as close to the North Pole as one can get in the USA) for Las Vegas, THOSE woolen garments would just repose in my closets as moth-food!

The notion of the ball-cap is based on what I'd require to shield my eyes from the brilliant LV sun on auto trips to the grocery supermarket. In Bozeman, the goal was to protect my dome from frostbite. Here, the mission is just the opposite, and while a genuine Glenngary or Balmoral is far more likely to invite inquiries from the curious, a bit of tartan on the pate could still honor my Dad while not getting saturated from summer perspiration.

Here's one, probably sourced from one of the Royal Mall tourist traps, but it would serve my purpose, probably sitting atop a T-shirt and shorts, but NEVER above a kilt: