Winchester and I climbed up to a big east-west running valley at 2200 feet yesterday. The snow on the south side was fairly decent for the pup. After a half mile or so his nose took across the valley floor and up the north side. The snow up from the valley floor on the north was bad, I was over knee deep with 9X30 snowshoes and Winchester was plowing most the time. But he found birds. He found, and I shot three singles, lots of tracks in the thickets but after three birds (two whitetails and a willow) I had enough and we pulled the plug. The athleticism and stamina of these dogs is amazing. While in the field he never stops except to point or I make him pose for a picture. Won’t eat, won’t drink, he is just completely driven and it is a joy to watch.
I've been using vaseline between his pads on his feet and it works great, never get iced up and doesn't bother him bit.