I once had a girlfriend who had a super wealthy boss who fancied himself as a bit of a country boy because he owned a "farm". It wasn't actually a farm, rather a house in the country on some property. Once he bought that place and started spending time out there and hiring local fellas to solve all of his problems with owning a house in the country, he started doing a little hunting. I didn't know anything about the kind of hunting or hunter he was, but every time I saw him he wanted to aggressively talk hunting -as in we're in a room full of powerful and influential people and he's got me concerned at the bar talking hunting and I can't escape. whenever high rollin' whoever comes over to shake hands, he starts telling them how we're both hunters. Rather embarrassing, but the fact that he liked me so much was fantastic for my then GF's salary.
So, company Xmas party was a huge deal every year. He'd rent out a different bar every year and have an open bar. If the bar didn't have a pool table, he'd rent one and have it delivered for the party. This guy had everything so his employees struggled to buy him presents and the present opening was a BIG deal as he'd hand out bonus checks and they were hefty. I suggested a rather fancy, waxed Filson hunting hat of some type or another in blaze orange as its a rich man's hunting hat, afterall. He opened it, looked at it for about 3 seconds, threw it across the room and proclaimed loudly, "real hunters don't wear orange!" He didn't even take it home.
