For years I wore the classic L.L. Bean red-and-black-checked Buffalo wool shirt (modeled after the Woolrich classic). Most of the original buttons have fallen off, replaced by a haphazard set of mismatched buttons sourced from various and sundry rag stores. I wore it while deer hunting in the Adirondacks, pheasant hunting in Kansas, and steelheading in Michigan, among other places. I can’t say for sure whether it brought me luck, but when I wore it, I knew I was hunting and fishing. The shirt, musty with years of wood smoke, perspiration, and fried bacon, has been retired for a while, but I can’t bear to throw it out.