Trusting Red

Red flushed 5 turkeys to the North, next to a black ash swamp. I walked North to see if there were any in the trees, but it was all dead ash trees, they must've landed in the corn, across the road. I wanted Red to come with me to the North, but he went South. He knows what he's doing, trust him, he is 7 y.o. He flushed 3 more turkeys the same direction as the first ones went. That was enough for the day in this heat, at least we went. By the time we got back to the car, it was 77°. You can't see the birds flying, they were 150 yards away, too small in the picture, but you can hear Red barking: