The slush and salt have finally abated enough that I can wear boots without fear of ruining them. But I wear tough pairs: no gator or other delicate hides.
These are by R. J. Foley, one of the few East-coast bootmakers, who made some really nice boots in Maine, but appears to have gone out of business. I have been unable to find anything about Foley or his business online. I did discover, by Googling, that Foley boots were the choice of Boston gangster Whitey Bulger, a mob boss and murderer who was recently apprehended.
Guess the hide, which is the same one on vamps and shafts (rare):