Bone dog and I went out today with renewed ambition. I was praying for a freshie finally cause it had been awhile. We got on the hill top and I text my friend saying it looked good. We have had really bad success on freshies the last two years because of ridiculous winter kills the two years previous. Anyhow, since we still have plenty of snow, I focused on the south facing slope that had clear areas. About an hour in I see bone dog with nose to ground and hear his teeth on bone. I said hey u got one. He stopped and looked back and then started trying to pull one out. I walk over and he has an old bone frozen into the ground. I say good job bone dog an we continue on our way. We approach the back side of the hill an trails still look really nice. I'm literally talking out loud saying come on we need a freshie. As I'm east bound on a snowy trail, I hit a cross trail. I stop and I'm thinking should I go up the hill or down. As I am pondering, I look ahead and there is a beautiful site. A freshie. Laying in the only fifty yard section without snow within site. Bone dog was far enough away I was able to snap a picture. We search for awhile, but snow depths were discouraging. Started on our way and about half and hour later bone dog has wandered off by a lone cedar and I see him sniffing hard. Then all sudden he picks up bone and drops it's. I yell good job bone dog. Then he picks it up and sprints on over. Couple treats and another old bone for us. What a dog. What a day. Can't beat it.