I'd like to thank the good folks at Filson for mailing a perfect Christmas gift. Anxiously tearing off the red buffalo plaid ribbon and opening the box, I unwrapped a Mackinaw Wool Vest. After over a solid week of use, I'm glad to report that I have a new staple to my wardrobe. I've worn the vest on days ranging from 40 to -20 degrees Fahrenheit, all resulting in superior comfort and warmth. The material is supremely thick, looks great, and doesn't cause itching like other wool vests I've worn. Happily surprised, I reached my hands down to my sides yesterday to find pockets that I didn't realize existed. Bonus! This vest gets better everyday and will surely continue to do so for years to come.
Not strictly pinned for outdoor usage, I received several compliments after wearing this vest to work over a cream-colored dress shirt. I love finding an excuse to wear my new Filson garment and that specifically means I'll be spending a lot more time outdoors. Heading out for a hike in the backwoods on Christmas afternoon, Ms. Backwoods Plaid snapped a few photos.
The temperature, without wind chill, hovered steady at 10 degrees. Typically I'd layer a wool jacket over the vest, but that would cover the beauty of this baby. After a quick snowball fight with the photographer, I wiped my gloves on the front of the vest, and headed down the trail.
The entire vest is seemingly bulletproof. The thickness and quality of the virgin wool appears unmatched.
I couldn't pull one of the five buttons off this vest if I tried. As my dog appears in the lower left corner, shaking the snow off his coat, my vest does the same for cold air.
I've tried on many vests, but always hung them back on the rack. These bold and solid stripes are American made and demand to be worn.
We pause for a quick snapshot.
The right chest pocket is large enough for a phone, wallet or other similarly sized essentials. The left chest is designed with three pockets. I can easily fit a knife, flashlight, or pen in each. Featured above is my flashlight, as we hiked past dusk.
Sometimes you are forced to pull up the sleeves and get serious about a snowball fight.
After every good afternoon in the woods of Maine, one must head home. Another adventure in the books. Going home warm is always a bonus.
Editor's note: I'm very appreciate for the kindness and generosity of Filson and Mari at Turner PR. Thank you, all.
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