The charcoal gray skeleton fish hooded sweatshirt by G•Loomis may just be the best piece of clothing ever made!
With GLoomis’ famous skeleton fish logo on the front, the hoodie is a smart-looking little devil, perfect for fishing on cool days, hanging around…or even crashing your ex-girlfriend’s wedding (listen to the voice of experience, mt friends!).
The best part, however, is it’s absolutely bulletproof (not literally, but it did stop a ripbait armed with 3 dozen treble hooks from puncturing my chest when it came back at me at 107 mph after I yanked it out of a tree).
- 80% Cotton/20% Polyester
- Charcoal gray with a skeleton fish on the front
- GLoomis down the right sleeve and a G•Loomis logo on the back of the hood
On the Water Test
This one’s been a looooong time coming. I originally obtained the G•Loomis skeleton fish hoodie in the summer of 2003 while guiding in Alaska. It survived 2 full seasons of daily use up there, where it not only kept the mosquitos off the back of my neck (already worth its weight in gold!) and also suffered daily dousings of fish blood, egg goo and slime…
Then, the hoodie went straight back to work on the Sacramento River when I got home from Alaska and got used every morning in the fall.
The sweatshirt survived a bazillion washes…and, let’s just get something straight here: it’s not like I ever looked at the washing instructions on the label, either. Hot water, cold water, mixed with different fabrics and colors — it didn’t matter. I also ran it through the dryer just as many times and it didn’t seem to hurt anything. My laundry skills could be best described as “barbaric.”
“Hoodie” made another run to Alaska in ’04 (yes, we’re on a first name basis, here!) and handled another brutal king season with no problems. As with the previous year, we came home and went to work in the fall chasing kings in California.
During Chinook season on the Sac, the shirt got worn as many as 30-40 days straight without a day off (though there would have been a washing here and there — my wife would confiscate it and toss it into the washer, using a basic rule of thumb: if she could smell me coming home before she could hear the rumble of my diesel, then it was time to get the shirt clean).
The same scenario played out in 2005, so let’s jump ahead, here.
By the California fall king season of 2006, Hoodie was still hanging tough, although its charcoal color had faded quite a bit. The integrity of the garment, however, was still very much in tact and it put in another solid season of every day fishing.
I didn’t guide in Alaska in 2006, but FISH ALASKA Magazine sent me up to Juneau on assignment in the fall, where I did my best to ruin Hoodie by completely immersing it in herring scales, coho blood, halibut slime and salt spray. It didn’t work…and the sweatshirt actually got a little face time on the cover of the magazine.
The Central Valley’s Chinook run took an absolute header in 2007, so Hoodie got a reprieve from egg goop, sardine juice, salmon blood and slime.
Instead, it got a taste of Delta water, which isn’t exactly what you’d call clean and pure (my buddy once got a staph infection from it) on striper trips and also spent a long summer in the intense Lake Tahoe sunshine as we ran mackinaw trips.
Also on the docket that season were landlocked salmon and stream trout, so needless to say, ol’ reliable got another workout.
And, as in previous seasons, it kept right on going, though getting more faded.
One day in early June, a freak storm caught me without rain gear on Lake Oroville while doing a landlocked coho trip, but Hoodie kept me from having to bag the trip early.
That fall, a September coho trip to Alaska gave it another chance to prove its worth.
Fast-forward to the spring of 2008, and the world’s greatest sweatshirt is still hanging tough. It’s no longer charcoal gray — more of a whiteish gray, I guess. My wife’s tried to throw it out several times because the color’s faded, but there’s going to be trouble if she ever does!
Through all the abuse from sun, various fish fluids and poor washing and drying practices, the sweatshirt still fits perfectly and is holding up extremely well. Usually, after one season a hoodie of mine is in tatters — the cuffs are typically eaten away and the stitching is coming apart at the seams. Not this thing — here’s a photo from May 2008 — aside from some roe stains, the seams, stitching and cuffs are still in excellent shape.
I’m not sure what kind of steroids they feed the cotton in these hoodies, but G•Loomis is really onto something with these. Now, if they only made pants…