I remember many years ago when Tilley made only hats, I got a green one and tried to beat it to death in Northern Ontario. I grew to love that hat. I had no idea what a Tilley was. Eventually that hat went down one summer in lake Temagemi with my boots and I almost joined them. I didn't replace it for many years, but there was always something familiar about it. I now have many hats. Outdoor Research Gore Tex hats and caps, Borsalino fancies, leather cowboy jobs, fleece caps. One is pretty much as good as the other, although the OR goretex Hat For All Seasons is the one I really rely on on Arctic trips where it gets serious. They all pretty much do the job.
But one day I just couldn't resist and I bought my old hat style. It was expensive, sure, but not terrible. It's pretty competitive with The Ultimate Hat, which is probably the closest thing to a Tilley.
And it's much cheaper than many, like Akubras etc.
The damn thing just felt great. And then I was looking at an old Bill Mason book on canoeing the Mountain River, in preparation for a trip, and it hit me: He wore exactly the same hat!
The Tilley is a very honourable Canadian tradition. And it's a damn good hat. But it only looks good wearing its travels as as badge of honour. Mine isn't worn in and scarred enough. It's embarassing, really.
The Tilleys, father and daughter, are usually at the main store over in Scarborough. They seem like really nice and honest people, although I can't claim to know them. I can't believe that if the hat were under warranty they wouldn't honour the warranty. Everybody has to run a business properly and ask for a receipt etc, but I bet if you spoke with somebody higher up than a clerk, they'd try to be more than fair. Well, I can't say I'm sure, but I'd hope so.
I like the Tilley stuff, although it's become a bit too commercial for my taste. Most of the gear is worn by older, somewhat heavier folks past their prime. I should know. I looked in the mirror
But what I remember is my old Tilley protecting me from the bugs and the cold on my 20th day in the woods, more than a little hungry and banged up, and a picture of Bill Mason swimming down a set of rapids in the NWT, shaking the water out of his Tilley and smiling at the joy of it all.
Me, I like my Tilley hat.