The River Rat
Meet The River Rat — the unofficial cap of half-sunk jon boats, tackle boxes that smell like beer, and that one cousin who swears he saw a gator behind the Waffle House. This hat’s got gritty charm stitched into every thread. Made to get wet, muddy, and slightly questionable.
One size fits most. Just like trouble.
Meet The River Rat — the unofficial cap of half-sunk jon boats, tackle boxes that smell like beer, and that one cousin who swears he saw a gator behind the Waffle House. This hat’s got gritty charm stitched into every thread. Made to get wet, muddy, and slightly questionable.
One size fits most. Just like trouble.
Meet The River Rat — the unofficial cap of half-sunk jon boats, tackle boxes that smell like beer, and that one cousin who swears he saw a gator behind the Waffle House. This hat’s got gritty charm stitched into every thread. Made to get wet, muddy, and slightly questionable.
One size fits most. Just like trouble.
