Here's a follow-up (and thanks to all who have provided their own accounts!). It warmed to 12 degrees yesterday. We stole out in a light snow and crossed the border into Iowa. Our Cedar, with Musher's Secret on all four paws, found us a covey of quail (from which we got one), and then trailed a rooster pheasant that obliged me with a shot. Cedar was as happy as was I, and we celebrated a short, successful hunt at home later with the wood stove cranked up high.
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