On Father's Day

Why is it so often assumed we outdoorsmen are totally lacking in sophistication and good taste? Every Christmas, Father's Day, and birthday we become the recipients of such gifts as ties decorated with leaping bass, gigantic belt buckles engraved with moose heads, table-lamp bases in the form of huge shotgun shells, toilet seats of clear resin embedded with assorted game sign, and so on. Sure, we get plenty of neat gifts like these, but also a lot of tasteless stuff, too. (From "Mean Gifts" in the book "The Good Samaritan Strikes Again" by Patrick F. McManus)

The hardest, and greatest, thing about buying gifts for dad is that the things they want, and the things they need, are completely unrelated to each other. If we need it, then we obviously don't want it, because it will probably create more work for us. If we want it, then we are clearly racking our brains to come up with some logical use for the thing. That's why they're called gadgets, and that's why we love them.
For me, you can rest assured that after this Father's Day both my lawn and my nose hairs will be expertly trimmed (not by the same gadget).