Two days after picking the dog up, 3 adult gobblers had the misfortune of walking past my front door. Although the January snow had been plowed in the driveway, more than a foot covered the ground everywhere else. I carried the sleeping pup to the front door, put him down and off he went nose to the ground and tail wagging wildly. The gobblers, of course, had already hit the edge of the woods and were headed up the hillside, but Jake was in hot pursuit. Well, it really wasn't hot pursuit because his short puppy legs didn't do so well in the heavy snow, but it was most definitely a pursuit. Feeling sorry for the pup, I ended his first "hunt" after following behind him for several hundred yards. He was on their track the entire time.