a poem

ANOTHER USE OF HIS BAG

I use my Wiggys bag more than anyone, while it has been on a bunch of outdoor trips like the Allagash river in Maine, it’s been on my bed after a camping trip a few years ago and never has come off, I won’t win the adventure award but I do love sleeping under it opened up on my bed. Love the bag - love your stories, love telling people about the bags and your company. Have seven boys including my son earning Eagle Scout this Sunday with a huge ceremony with USA senators, chief of fire and police, etc. learned about your bags from a scout dad years ago. Thanks !! Duxbury Massachusetts.

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Michael

Michael thank you for your story. Actually, I know several people who have used their Wiggy's sleeping bags in their bed for years so you're not alone. I trust that you will start buying bags for your boys and maybe you could get the ear of some of those senators and tell them to make sure that the military is buying Wiggy bags.

Hi Wiggy,

You and your company are truly THE BEST around! I am the proud owner of 5 Wiggy bags! Such a great product, now most of my friends own Wiggy Bags as well, usually after learning the hard way… some eating Crow after giving me a bad time for trying to educate them etc.

I have never lost a bet over how good a Wiggys Bag is compared to “no matter what else they owned”.

I appreciate your true American Work Ethic and Pride in workmanship that everyone of your products display!

I am a proud owner of a Wiggy Autographed stuff sack and sleeping bag!

May GOD Bless You and Your Family and Business Always

Sincerely

Curt Partain

Madera, Ca.

I received an order recently with the following poem. The writer of the poem is  from Finland. She stands alone as the first person who has ever done a poem about Wiggy’s for which I am very appreciative, I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I have. The poem is not titled but I suppose It could be titled;

ODE TO WIGGY’S

“In a land where sleeping bags from China arrived,

With polyester and thinsulate contrived,

The military's quest, soon put to the test,

For warmth fled and men barely survived

Then came a fellow, his name was Jerry,

Whose sleeping bags made everyone merry,

With Lamilite to hold,

Against the bitter cold,

Through frosty nights, they'd no longer tarry.

Wiggy's bags entered the fray,

Lamilite insulation now leads the way,

And even the soldiers in their might,

Inside Wiggy's, brave the winter's bite,

With warmth and comfort until morning light.”

There are a number of subjects to which I could wright about but at this moment I think that the poem says it all.