For FishingMagician.com I'm Eric Granstrom. I grew up in a logging town in Western Washington. My Dad was a logger. We were in a logging world. One thing I noticed at a young age is that the pant cuffs and sleeves of the loggers in my world were usually torn off and tattered. I asked my Dad one time why the ends of his pants were ripped off and he told me they kept hanging up on his corked boots, so at lunch one day he took a pocket knife out and cut them off. Wear and use frayed the remaining cuff, which hung down just far enough to reach the top of his leather-laced corked boot. I figured a similar answer awaited if I asked about the sleeves, so I didn't bother asking. It was only later in life while on a hunting trip that I emerged from the brush with one sleeve missing did I know the answer to the unasked question. When in the woods and you have to answer the call of nature and have no toilet paper, you make due with a sleeve. Don't ask what I used while fly fishing the Entiat one time while I was sleeveless. Until next time, Good Fishing!