I can picture him now: a period "What kind of man reads Playboy" with a Hugh Hefner pipe in his mouth. He's been formally attired by Abercrombie & Fitch from plaid flannels to proper waders and fedora with his prized shotgun casually slung in the crook of his arm, and accompanied by his faithful Golden Retriever. His ride? This 1948 Ford Deluxe Sportsman convertible.