Invictus: Latin for unconquered or undefeated.
Life will always have things that make you feel like you were dragged through the dirt, kicked and burnt. If you know what that feels like, this hat was made for you.
RCA crown shaped like our clean slate hat but dirtied up, burnt, with mule kicks added to the front and back to show life’s kicks and trials.
Brim with a mean outlaw pull down in the front, and a high Western lift on the sides. Perfect to fit in your saddle bags while you ride the iron horse.
The color will stand out, the shape and accessories will tell others that you can handle yourself.
Black removable turkey feather.
A horseshoe nail as a cowboy toothpick, on the left side, because that’s the Forged Glory side.
Comes with genuine lambskin sweatband.
To order first choose your size.
To get the right size measure your head where the hat will sit in centimeters. If you have a head shape that is hard to fit or if you want a perfect fit, conformateurs are available upon request and require a $120 deposit. The deposit will be refunded when we get the conformateur back. Or the deposited amount can be used as store credit. If you purchase the hat we will send it to you for free. We will not make the hat and we will keep $120 plus shipping and handling if we never get the conformateur back.
Choose the quality of felt you’d like. Color will vary slightly between the different qualities of felt. For instance a grey beaver felt with have a slight browning undertone unlike a rabbit felt with will be whiter.
Hat accessories can be sewn into the hat, or just tied on so you can change them out to match your outfit. We do not use glue.
Comes with a horseshoe nail as a cowboy tooth pic monogrammed with the letter R for Revenant. Pinned through the leafy side because that’s the Forged Glory side.
Please contact us with any other customization request and we will make it happen.
The 100% beaver blend is hard to source. It may take us longer to get.
INVICTUS
by,
WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.