Alaskan men love their binoculars.
My grandfather kept a pair underneath the front seat of his car, at the ready for investigating moving specks on the mountain or identifying boats out on the water.
My father-in-law stashes his trusty binocs next to his La-Z-Boy recliner, within arm's reach for a quick look-see at the semi trucks rolling down the highway in front of his house.
My husband? He takes his binoculars with him on vacation. He might need them to . . .
check out planes at the airport . . .
watch surfers out on the ocean . . .
or take in the view from atop a mountain.
Dinner last night: halibut salad sandwiches