Upland hunting? Don't know much about it. But I recognize the romance of the thing and find myself with a strange ache for that world when I read the posts on Mouthful of Feathers. These guys have latched on to one of the rare fixations in life that are, as Gierach might put it, drop-dead center. Guess you could say I'm jealous.
So I'll follow them from a distance and enjoy their upland pursuits through the words they're willing to share. If you're of a like mind, here is a good place to start - No Poetry.