My bushwhack poncho (now in one-time use form)

Here is the poncho I wore bushwhacking to North Seward.
Was meant to be a repeat use poncho. Not anymore. Looks like someone threw steak on it and released a pack of wild dogs.
Definitely helped keep me drier during the hellish snowy bushwhack (while it lasted). Luckily, I can use the remnants for a ticker-tape parade.