I had a pair of chukka boots when I was a freshman in college (1971) that I called "sh*t stompers" after I stepped in doggy doo and had to scrape it out from the soles with a stick! My mom hated those shoes, and the way I dressed in those days; flannel shirts or t-shirts, blue jeans, down to the waist, parted in the middle hair. Hey, except for the hair (which is short and going greyer every day), that would about describe me NOW! I've turned in the chukka boots for clogs though!