Bob Peters
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I've noticed over the years, it's never too cold for the goldens I'm lucky enough to follow. It can be 10 degrees out, I find a spring creek flowing and the dog will lay in it to cool off. And once me and the dog fell through the ice in a slough, it was around 30 degrees out. I figured she would be done. What did I know. We were walking back and she never slowed down and was hunting 100%. So before we got to the truck I just kept walking the marsh and she was fine. Duck hunting is different, because the dog is stationary. Once in below freezing temps, the dog was soaked and sitting in water and was shivering, then we pulled the plug and went back to the garage in ND with the old woodstove and thawed out. A lot of good memories in that garage around the woodstove. Lastly, there was a weekend it was just me and Skye at the cabin in Southern MN. It was between Christmas and New Years, and the temps were below zero the entire time by a good margin, I'm talking 20 below zero. We stayed in and watched movies or better yet logs crackling in the fireplace. I'd bundle up like an eskimo and take her for a walk on the frozen lake once or twice a day. Finally on the last day she was getting stir crazy. Things had warmed up to -10° not accounting for wind. I took her out for two short walks with the gun. My fingers were numb but somehow I managed to drop one in 7 foot cattails thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. She leapt into the subarctic swamp at full throttle and came back with our last rooster of the year. I was worried about getting her back in the truck to warm up, but she sat there with icicles on her muzzle cool as a cucumber. That's when I realized, when it comes to hunting in the cold, I'd be the one who couldn't make it well before the dog ever couldn't.