The cooler thumped onto the gunwale behind me as I unloaded the boat for the trip home. The old man had brought his car alongside to load his gear and had passed the cooler up to me so I could load his share of the catch into it. I turned to take it from him and realized I’d never seen it before. It was dark green, small to medium in size, with stickers on the front that were torn and shredded, leaving only the words “Work Hard – Play Hard” still legible.