My story may be a bit different than other submissions in that it has less to do with how great the shoe performs, and more to do with Danner’s tremendous reputation, customer loyalty and their ability to tame not only the elements, but mean, ugly drunks too!

My Danners have been my faithful companions on many adventures across Europe and throughout the United States. We have weathered many storms together but none as interesting as one night in the parking lot of a local bar in West Palm Beach, Florida,

It was the night of my cousins 21st birthday. We had spent the evening bar hopping and having fun. After leaving our last stop, we walked out to our car only to find that we we were blocked in by several other parked cars. So after waiting a few minutes, a couple of cars moved and we were able to head home. But as we started to back out, someone started leaning on their horn, prompting us to stop and get out of the car. Bad idea.

So we get out of the car and there is this really big, and really drunk dude screaming at the top of his lungs about how we just crashed into his car. Needless to say we barely even moved our car and there was not even a dent on his! And to make matters worse, his buddy is just sitting on the hood of his car laughing and watching his friend scream and act like a total idiot. At first I didn’t think anything of this guys drunken rant other than the fact that he was now blocking us in from leaving. First I tried to reason with the guy. Of course that didn’t work. I then tried to reason with the friend, That didn’t work either. Things were starting to go bad, real fast.

Things took a turn for the worst when my cousin stepped out of the car to see what was going on. When he did this, the drunk flipped llike a bull seeing a red cape! He charged at my cousin and got completely in his face! This set me off and I ran at the fool with nothing but bad intentions.

Now keep in mind that I am not a big guy. Put it this way, I wear a size 8 boot! But I’m not one to run from a fight especially to protect my family from a drunk a**hole.

So we start tussling and just as we are about to really lock horns, the drunk’s buddy (who has been watching this little drama unfold from the hood of their car), comes running over. So I think to myself “crap, this is not good” and get ready for a serious dust up!

So the guy’s buddy runs up and pushes his drunk friend to the side and then gets in my face and asks me, “what kind of boots are those?”

Now this is the part where everyone who hears this story says “yeah right”. But I swear on my niece’s heart that this is true.

“What kind of boots are those?” The guy asks again.

“WHAT?!” I reply, a little confused.

“What kind of boots are you wearing and where do they come from?” The guy asks again. By now the drunk “a-hole” is really confused and is being held back by the friend like a dog on a leash. He is practically foaming at the mouth from drunken fury and confusion.

“I’m wearing Danner’s man! And they’re from Oregon. And I’m about to kick your friends a** with them!”

And just when I said that, he grabs his friend by the face and says to him, “lets go.”

Furious, the drunk starts jumping up and down and spinning and screaming like a kid throwing a tantrum at a Wal Mart! The drunk asks his friend, “what the hell? I’m gonna kill this guy!”

His friend then replies, very calmly, like father to a son,” anyone who wears Danners is okay with me. Touch him and I’ll kick your ass myself. Now get in the car.”

He then looks back at us, apologizes to both my cousin and myself, throws his very confused friend in the back seat and drives off.

Needless to say, my cousin and I stood there in the parking lot a little shaken up and a little stunned. We just looked at each other after a few minutes and said simultaneously, “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!!!” And started laughing hysterically!

So thats the story of how my Danner boots got me out of a serious jam once again.

Thanks Danner!