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Filson Tin Game Bag Vest

Filson Vest


When climbing 70 degree inclines to chase Chukar to mountain peaks, I needed a lightweight, durable vest. The Filson Tin Game Bag is minimal and light with abrasion resistant and water repellant tin cloth. Two large shell pockets adorn the front of the vest, while a large game bag sits in back. Be warned: this vest is minimal so it does not have a designated water bladder pocket. However, I had no trouble carrying a two-liter water bladder for my dog, a water bottle for myself, and three mature pheasants in the game pouch – $110 click here to learn more.


Cabela’s Alaknak Tent

Cabela's Alaknak


Backcountry bird camp isn’t complete without a wall tent. But ditch the heavy canvas tent and opt for the Cabela’s Alaknak instead. Made of waterproof 250-denier polyester, the tent features 10 perimeter poles and one center pole for durability in harsh weather. The 12×12 Alaknak withstood a powerful thunderstorm at 11,000 feet in Colorado while chasing blue grouse earlier this year. The tent provided plenty of living space for two hunters, three dogs, gear, and a Camp Chef Camp Oven. Bonus feature: a stove pipe jack in the roof for warm nights during late season hunts – $900 click here to learn more.

Ruffwear Float Coat

Float Coat


This isn’t a strange gift suggestion for an upland hunter if you remember I hunt behind a lab. In the summer time, I struggle to keep my pup in shape because of the heat. So where do I turn for exercise? Water. Which my lab has no problem with. When relaxing on the boat, I strap Lincoln into the Ruffwear Float Coat and let him swim to his heart’s desire. Clip buckles help me easily secure him in the vest, while a strong handle is affixed to the top of the vest to help pull my pooch out of the water. The vest helps me kill two birds with one stone: Lincoln gets to swim safely in deep water for as long as he wants and he fulfills his exercise requirements during the summer heat – $80 click here to learn more.


Sitka Women’s Fanatic Hoodie

Sitka Fanatic


Gear fit for women is few and far between, but Sitka has broken the barrier by creating gear designed by women hunters. The Fanatic Hoodie is a perfect all-around insulation layer for chasing birds into the high country. The quarter zip hoodie is made of a spandex grid fleece that is breathable yet warm, wicks sweat and dries quickly, and helps keep odors at bay. I wore the Fanatic Hoodie for a week straight chasing elk and birds in Colorado and didn’t stink my hunting partner out…at least he didn’t say I did – $189 click here to learn more.


Tenzing BV15 Upland Bird Vest Pack

Tenzing BV15

For the upland hunter looking for a pack that holds more than just birds and shells, the choices are few and far between. I was one of these hunters searching for the perfect pack for a backcountry hunt to chase sharptails in North Dakota. In need of a pack that would hold not only birds, but also extra water for my dog, snacks, emergency kit, camera, extra layers, and more, I stumbled upon the Tenzing BV15 and never looked back.

Not your conventional bird vest, the BV15 is known as a vest/pack crossover—perfect for the upland hunter who leaves their truck for an all day cross country adventure. The pack has 13 total pockets, two radio pockets, and a large wrap-around bird compartment. Two large pockets sit on your hips to hold shells (7 shot shell loops in each pocket), while two adjustable hip straps keep the vest weight up and tight.

The BV15 is H2O compatible, but for those of you who don’t prefer Camelback reservoirs (like me), water bottles fit snug and easily in the bird compartment with extra room to spare. The BV15 is hunter green and comes with a hunter orange pullover for safety while afield.

New for 2016 is the BV16, which is exactly the same as the BV15, only they have updated the color of the pack to be completely blaze orange.  Click here.

Camp Chef Rainier Campers Combo Stove


Small and portable, the Camp Chef Rainier Campers Combo Stove ($153) is complete with a one-burner stove, and a non-stick griddle and grill. The griddle and grill are easily switched for making pancakes in the morning, to grilling venison for dinner. Complete with a matchless ignition for ease of use, the Camper’s Combo is the perfect stove for hunting and camping adventures. I was fortunate enough to use the Rainier Camper’s Combo in North Dakota during my 3-day wild bird hunt camp. The stove performed flawlessly while cooking antelope over the grill, and even in tight quarters as my fellow hunters and I squeezed into a smaller camper to avoid freezing rain. Venison was grilled to medium-rare perfection, while noodles were boiling on the burner. Click here for the latest pricing. 


Cabela’s Gun Dog Food and Hydration Pack


Traveling with your favorite four-legged hunting companion just got easier with Cabela’s Gun Dog Food and Hydration Pack ($70) that makes storing food for a long road trip to hunt camp simple. The pack not only keeps up to 8lbs. of food dry with its roll-top closure, it also holds 1.5 liters of water. Bonus features: A zip-open food-dispensing spout and pour valve for water. Also included is a zip-away food/water bowl, perfect for meals on the road. This pack stored food for 10 days, with plenty of room to spare, on my long road-trip to chase wild birds with my lab, Lincoln. This is a must-have for the hunter and dog on the go.


FirstLite North Branch Softshell


Looking for a softshell jacket that can be warn in your early and late season hunts? Consider the North Branch Softshell from FirstLite ($250) as your go-to jacket. The softshell is lightweight, durable and provides warmth without bulk—a bird chasers best friend. The jacket is fleece lined, but breathable, highly water resistant, wind proof and quiet—all makings of the perfect field jacket. I’ve worn this as my go-to upland jacket this season, and couldn’t have been more pleased. Finding myself in different weather conditions while chasing Sharptails in North Dakota, the North Branch stood up against rain, snow and wind, all the while keeping me warm, comfortable, and still able to swing my shotgun with ease.


Cabela’s OutfitHer Upland Pants


With a myriad of upland gear available for men, women bird-chasers don’t have it that easy. Cabela’s has come to the rescue with their “OutfitHER” women’s specific line of clothing (no pink involved). Ladies looking for a reliable, comfortable, and durable pair of field pants for their adventures chasing ringnecks should turn to the Cabela’s OutfitHER Upland Pants ($60). Made from 100% cotton canvas, the pants are equipped with nylon weave panels that resist the toughest of brambles and thickets, and are lined with hunter orange to help with safety in the field. Best part: their price-point won’t break the bank.


A Labs First Day Afield

Lincoln the Lab“No, I don’t think you understand, he has NO prior hunting experience…only obedience training.” I wrote to Brian, my new upland hunting buddy. The early morning email asking for my young lab and me to attend an upland hunt had caught me by surprise, putting a nice end to a long workweek.

“Kali, it doesn’t matter. This is a training day. Lincoln is coming.”

I smiled to myself and shook my head. My one-year-old, 107-pound silver Labrador, Lincoln, was about to get his first taste of upland hunting…with no experience afield…at all. “This is going to be embarrassing.” I thought to myself.

Meeting Brian by chance at the SHOT Show in January kicked off a friendship with a fellow Ohio-an, and lover of upland hunting. Founder of ultimateupland.com, Brian was a rare acquaintance to meet, but I knew a good one. I had a lot to learn, and he was my best bet.

Passing on the family tradition, my love for bird hunting came early as my Grandpa had no less than 15 English setters at a time, training them for field trials as I grew up. However, high school sports took up most of my time, leaving me no time to learn the art of training a bird dog before my Grandpa passed during my college years.

Lincoln, the young pup who loved nothing more than squeaky toys, playing fetch, and to jump in any water in site, had the obedience training to be a great hunting dog. I just didn’t know where to start. Brian insisted that a hunt was the best place. I wasn’t so sure.

We planned a late March hunt. It was a cold, dreary day, and rain was in the forecast. Warm coffee, and a greasy burger were paramount before we hit the field. Brian and I would be hunting with Brian’s long time friends, Steve and Brian. The fear of ruining these guys’ hunt loomed over my head. I’m going to be THAT girl and never be invited again.

Vests donned, shotguns loaded and dogs done greeting each other, we hit the high grass. Lincoln, thinking he was on the ultimate field trip of his young, 4-legged life, attempted to keep up with Rio, Brian’s Llewellin setter, and Charlie, Steve’s German Shorthair Pointer—both professional upland hunters.

Although athletically built and muscular, Lincoln was no match for keeping up with the wiry bird dogs, and soon stuck close to me, following closely through the thick grass. Each downed bird had Lincoln running frantically behind Charlie, attempting to win the foot race to get to whatever miracle “ball” had fallen from the sky first.

Even when he did beat Charlie (which was rare) his discovery of the feathered covered “ball” only had him in utter confusion. My attempts to show him a rooster I held in my hands to spark his interest only ended in a few sniffs, and turn of the head. My hopes of my dog being an ultimate upland hunter were diminishing before the lunch hour.

The Ohio weather forecast turned out to be off—nothing new—and the sun was peaking through the blue skies as we hit the field after an afternoon break. Then, as if the sun had awakened his hunting senses, things started turning for Lincoln.

A rooster flushed 10 yards in front of us, giving me clear a view to take him down. Watching the action take place, Lincoln saw the bird fall in a cleared path ahead of us and sprung into action. Thinking he would turn away from the bird once he realized it wasn’t a ball, I lowered my head to reload, only to hear Lincoln’s anxious barks. I looked up to see him attempting to put the bird in his mouth!

A few flops of the wings from the bird had Lincoln jump back in surprise, sparking an ongoing pouncing battle and angry barks that this “ball” wasn’t allowing him to pick it up.

Not wanting to waste this breakthrough, Brian grabbed a previously shot bird from his vest and focused Lincoln’s attention, throwing the bird and calling anxiously for him to “fetch it up.”

It was like a light bulb had turned on, and Lincoln grabbed the bird from the grass. The foreign texture of feathers only fazed him for a moment before the taste of bird had him growling in excitement. A command of “fetch it up” from my mouth is all he needed to bring the bird to his proud “mom.”

Lincoln’s demeanor changed after that, and he wanted more. He followed closely to Brian, attempting to get at the birds he held in his vest. Ears perked, tail up, Lincoln was beginning to understand the command “hunt em’ up” and what would follow if he did just that.

Thinking we had made a huge breakthrough for the day, my fear of Lincoln not being interested in hunting slowly began to fade as I watched his nose hit the ground in search of birds.

And then, it all came together in a flash. Nose in the grass, I could see Lincoln moving left to right, hot on the trail of something. When, like clockwork, Brian yelled “bird, bird, get em’ Lincoln!” and I saw my novice flusher leap in the air in an attempt to grab a bird flying out of the tall grass. His first flush!

But he didn’t stop there! Muscles flared, eyes on the prize, Lincoln took off after the downed bird that made it 25 yards before falling. Screams of excitement from all four of us pushed the young hunter on. This time, he won the foot race to the bird, grabbing it in his jaws like he had been doing it all along, and jogged proudly back to us.

My dog, who had never hunted before, had just flushed AND retrieved a bird at 25 yards on his first trip afield. I was ecstatic to say the least. Tears of joy and pride filled my eyes, and I tried not to let my voice crack as I cheered him on as he brought us his first bird. Tail wagging and ears perked, Lincoln looked at us as if to say “let’s do that again” as we all cheered in excitement at the young dogs accomplishment.

But he didn’t stop there; Lincoln went on to flush three more birds that afternoon, retrieving all but one (Charlie winning that race).

Proud is an understatement for how I felt watching things come together for Lincoln. As we hunted until the sun ducked behind the horizon—Lincoln, Rio and Charlie laid down with exhaustion as we cleaned our birds from the day.

I looked at my dog lying next to the tailgate. He was covered in mud, his fur matted, and a small sliver of blood could be seen on his snout from a scrape acquired earlier in the day. We made eye contact and I laughed, causing the ever-famous Lincoln head tilt. “I have myself a bird hunter.” I thought.

Kali And Lincoln

Lincoln's First Bird