It's not a bad '70s rock band
SOMEWHERE IN THE PANHANDLE, Texas -- Three trucks bounced across a green wheat field and stopped beside a patch of overgrown blond weeds that bordered an unfamiliar piece of equipment. Eight men in camouflage clothes poured out of the rigs, stumbling around in darkness while unloading sundry hunting paraphernalia.
Steve Helmberger, a sturdy man with black paint smeared on his face, started setting up decoys with help from his son, Anthony. Jeff Herschbach grabbed another bulky sack ...
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