Only The Madda Fellas know how many pairs of these shorts in various shades of stone, bone, khaki, & blue, I've purchased over the years. Three new pairs - clean and crisp to please my wife - go into the luggage for each flight out to some island in the sun. Ten days later, they're broken in and ready to add to my comfortable collection back home. I'm a craftsman, and I work in these shorts for about eight months out of the year (Filson Dry Tin pants, in cold weather). I wear these shorts out, not because they aren't sufficiently durable, but because I use them hard...full pockets of keys, knives, small tools, dog biscuits, and trinkets I collect and forget to remove. They get dirty with stain, grease, and snuffling dog snot. Flux drippings eventually burn holes in the fabric over my thighs and once they're that far gone, I just wipe my soldering pick on them if it gets too crusty. I keep wearing them until they blow out completely, then set to work wrecking another pair or two. On-island, they're ideal - the right look, if you love cargos, comfy, and loads of storage for a wallet, digital camera, keys, passport, a beautiful seashell, a handful of curious stones, or a pristine iguana skull. I wear them on trails up extinct volcanoes, and I rinse them, dry them in the tropic sun, and put them back on for dinner by the sea. Multi-gifted shorts! If the Fellas stop producing these Buccaneers, I'll weep, then I'll buy fabric, cut apart the remnants of whichever pair I'm wearing to use as a pattern, and I'll start stitching my own.
