10 Best Upland Hunting Coat

Updated on: January 2022

Best Upland Hunting Coat in 2022


Browning Upland Jacket, Field Tan, Large

Browning Upland Jacket, Field Tan, Large
BESTSELLER NO. 1 in 2022

Carhartt Men's Upland Field Jacket

Carhartt Men's Upland Field Jacket
BESTSELLER NO. 2 in 2022
  • 8.5-ounce, 60% cotton/40% polyester Quick Duck® canvas
  • Rain Defender® durable water repellent
  • 3.5-ounce, 100% polyester lightly padded shooting shoulder
  • Front-loading game bag pocket big enough for 3 roosters
  • Back clean-out system

Browning Pheasants Forever Jacket, Large

Browning Pheasants Forever Jacket, Large
BESTSELLER NO. 3 in 2022
  • 12 oz., 100% cotton canvas
  • Two-way front zipper with snap storm flap

ArcticShield Men's Jacket, Orange, 2X-Large

ArcticShield Men's Jacket, Orange, 2X-Large
BESTSELLER NO. 4 in 2022
  • Retain patented heat retention technology for added warmth; waterproof, windproof, breathable
  • Durable, breathable nylon outer shell, and quilted fleece lining in body and Hood. Nylon lining in the sleeves for easy on/off
  • Loaded with zippered pockets; includes zippered underarm vents for venting when needed
  • Detachable Hood with draw cord adjustment; adjustable wrist cuffs Tabs to seal out cold and wind
  • Dovetail style rear

Browning Jacket, Upland,Shell,Choc/BLZ,W/Oemb,2XL

Browning Jacket, Upland,Shell,Choc/BLZ,W/Oemb,2XL
BESTSELLER NO. 5 in 2022
  • 100% cotton canvas
  • Shell pockets with Pocket Expander System
  • Polyester blaze overlay
  • Two zippered front pockets
  • Adjustable cuffs

Orvis Men's Upland Hunting Softshell Jacket, Tan/Blaze, X Large

Orvis Men's Upland Hunting Softshell Jacket, Tan/Blaze, X Large
BESTSELLER NO. 6 in 2022
  • We improved our bestelling softshell jacket
  • It delivers the perfect combination of moisture management, briar protection, breathability, and mobility
  • Twice as durable and more breathable
  • Designed specifically for unrestricted shooting motion

Beretta Mens Upland Light Jacket; Light Brown/Orange

Beretta Mens Upland Light Jacket; Light Brown/Orange
BESTSELLER NO. 7 in 2022
  • Ideal hunting jacket providing comfort; durablity and performance
  • Lightweight design makes it comfortable to wear; the water-repellent mesh lining provides for superior dryness and breathability
  • Panels provide high-visibility; keeping you safe in the field
  • Pocket flaps provide enough storage room for extra equipment
  • Ergonomic construction guarantees ease of movement

Carhartt Men's Upland Field Vest

Carhartt Men's Upland Field Vest
BESTSELLER NO. 8 in 2022

Gamehide Switchgrass Upland Field Bird Vest (Marsh Brown/Orange, X-Large)

Gamehide Switchgrass Upland Field Bird Vest (Marsh Brown/Orange, X-Large)
BESTSELLER NO. 9 in 2022
  • This vest is oversized and fits one size larger than size stated. Made to go over a jacket.
  • Front shell holders with fabric gun protector
  • Quilted shoulders for added comfort while shooting
  • Durable cotton canvas fabric with quality stitching
  • Extra large zippered slash pockets for extra shells and a blood proof game bag

Gamehide 3st Upland Front Loading Vest, Large, Multi

Gamehide 3st Upland Front Loading Vest, Large, Multi
BESTSELLER NO. 10 in 2022
  • Front and rear loading blood proof game bag
  • Heavy duty fabric to withstand the toughest brush and briars
  • Quilted left and right shoulder patches
  • Large oversized dump pockets
  • Reinforced stitching for years of Use and abuse

Quail Hunting

The old days of hunting quail. Is quail making a comeback?

I was thirteen when my cousin Tommy and his wife Wilma invited me to live
with them in Lynchburg Tennessee. It was there that I developed a passion for the
outdoors that lives and grows stronger everyday. Tommy was well known in the area
for training bird dogs. He really enjoyed training the culls that seemed un-trainable.
Needless to say I followed many dogs many miles along bean fields and creek
bottoms. Some dogs did all right some not so well but the great part of it all was
there were enough birds around that with enough patience and guidance the un-
trainable could be trained. I must admit that some of the dogs may have had a few
quirks but in the end could locate enough birds for us to get a few shots a day
between us and that was enough as it was just being out there that mattered. Or so
I thought.

I was sixteen when we were beginning to notice fewer and fewer quail in the
places we had always found birds. Finally Tommy purchased two top-notch bird
dogs that we had hunted over on previous hunts with their owner. Their names were
Rusty and Sally and I remember the setters well. Alone Rusty hunted a perfect
distance checking back and staying within sight the whole day. Sally on the other
hand hunted wide, too wide really for the many hills and hollers found throughout
Tennessee but in the end her technique helped locate coveys that had grown few
and far between. She could cover an entire farm in no time and would even
remember coveys on certain farms and leave the dog box like a streak of lightning.
When she did this we would hold Rusty in his box until Sally was out of sight that
way we were able to keep Rusty close to hunt the areas Sally missed as she made a
beeline for the covey she had found the weekend before. Sally would hold until we
got there and sometimes it was more than an hour as we could see her pointed atop
a hillside away as we covered the rest of the farm.

I can remember my last quail hunt like it was yesterday. Sally had run off on a
familiar farm and we kept Rusty close. We hunted up to where Sally was pointed.
Rusty backed Sally while we jumped a huge covey. Tommy and I both missed easy
shots and watched as the covey glided off the hill and into the nastiest looking part
of the farm. We knew the shooting would be tough and were not real confident after
blowing such an easy shot on the rise.

Rusty and Sally watched as all the singles settled into the cedars and briars and
then looked back at us as if to asked "what happened boys" before loping off the
sage covered hillside and out of sight inside the thick steep woods below. The air
was cool and the sun was setting. It was going to be our last hunt of the season and
little did I know, as I trudged into that thicket that day, it would become my favorite
quail hunt ever and ranks right up there with the greatest outdoor experiences of
my life, unfortunately it would also be the end to my quail hunting days as I knew
them. Miles of walking with not a single point while deer and squirrels were calling
my name everywhere I turned. It was no wonder I finally called it quits to pursue
other game.

We entered the cedar thicket as Rusty and Sally worked the briars and cedar
tops scattered throughout the rocky slope. Tommy was toting a 12-gauge Browning
automatic while my vest was filled with 16-gauge number eights for my Winchester
single shot. The dogs worked the singles perfectly. Sally stayed in because she knew
the birds were close and Rusty stayed in because Sally did. Before we were out of
the cedar thicket we each had four quail apiece. Jokes were made about me killing
as many with my single shot as Tommy had with his automatic. Tommy mentioned
that the sun was going down and we had better call it a day. I replied that he just
wanted to get out of the woods before I topped his four birds.

We were making our way to the truck, happy with our bird heavy vests, when I
jumped a single. Swinging to my right I took a quick shot just as the bird went into
the top of a cedar tree. Tommy and I both saw the shot part the cedar boughs. Of
course I announced that I had made the shot even though I knew that the cedar had
probably took the brunt of the shot and the quail was gliding safely to a brush pile
somewhere along the creek below. Tommy was sure I had missed and probably
secretly prayed that I had as I was prone to "rubbing it in" back then.

We were both laughing as I told him I hit the bird and we would find him just
the other side of the cedar. He assured me I had missed and I honestly thought I
had as well, that is until I spotted Rusty trotting up the hill, head held high, with a
fat Tennessee Bobwhite in his mouth. I laughed as I bent down and took the bird
from Rusty's mouth and slid it inside my vest with the others. Tommy just shook his
head.

We made it back to the truck just as the sun was setting and popped the top
on a cold Coca Cola and stood at the tailgate. Shedding our vest and unloading our
shotguns we relived the events of the hunt while Rusty and Sally drank from the
creek and hunted halfheartedly around the truck. I knew and I believe Tommy did as
well, that this was one of those special moments that deserved a little time to allow
it to soak in and make sure every moment of that day was committed to that place
reserved in our minds for special moments in our lives.

We finished our cokes and commended the dogs on a great day afield as the
sun sank lower and the air grew colder. Finally we loaded the dogs and eased the
old Chevy down the gravel road on our way home. I can still hear the gravels
popping underneath the tires. It is hunts like this that need to be remembered. I am
sure that our recollections vary and maybe some memories of the hunt have become
a bit fuzzy, as many hunts have come and gone but this one tends to rise to the top
when I reminisce of the days of the Bobwhite Quail.

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