Born and raised in Kentucky, Dennis Lynch has always been employed in the Thoroughbred horse business, working summers in New York and Florida. Back in Kentucky with his family and hunting dog, he is currently employed by Fasig Tipton Auction House. In his first guest blog post, Dennis tells us of a memorable experience when he was without his Filson gear. Lexington,Ky “Hey, what about a road trip”? This question come up after a few “adult beverages” at a all boys Christmas lunch in Lexington. “I know a hay farmer in Kansas, with 2,000 acres of prime pheasant country” an Okie  buddy chimed in. Bad Cat Sweezey said “I’ll lead this expedition and bring my hunting dogs”. An Englishman present said “I’m on”, and I said “sounds like fun”  Unknowingly, this is how I got hooked on Filson. Dodge City , Kansas The arctic blast that that hit me upon opening the door at the Motel 6 removed all doubt that Kansas was deeper into winter than Kentucky I had packed what I thought was my winter hunting clothes-old work boots, insulated overalls, cotton gloves and woolen toboggan cap. Eighteen inches of wet snow with half dollar size flakes coming down turned what I thought was cold weather hunting gear into soggy, heavy, cold obstacles to getting any shooting opportunities. I kept taking note of Bad Cat , striding out up ahead looking warm, comfortable , dry , knowledgeable and most importantly was getting the most shooting action.. Due to my Michelin style  gear I was lagging behind , cramping up and only watching others dropping roosters and getting shots at the two covey of quail found by the dogs . I found myself trying to keep up with Bad Cat and his omnipresent Filson logos. By the end of the day I was like one of Pavlov’s dogs—reacting to the Filson and the shooting action like a poor salivating  pouch. That night at dinner I asked what so special about his Filson gear. He said he had tried most other brands and they either failed in the field or wore out in a season or two. Since then I have painstakingly assembled my Filson products. I’m not sure Filson makes you a better hunter but I do know it performs as advertised and is practically indestructible. We all know you can’t be all hat and no cattle, having the best gear doesn’t make you a good hunter or a crack shot. A brace of well trained dogs and lots of field experience will get you respect from fellow hunters. But as for me, I’m still one of Pavlov’s Pups—when I see Filson I know the wearer knows “Might As Well have the Best” and the hunting action probably will be close by.