My bow was almost horizontal at times, as it swung back and forth like a  pendulum in a huge grandfather clock. The 35 mile-an-hour winds that  threatened to blow my bow off of its hanger, was making my cameraman and  I hang on for dear life! The game plan this evening was to watch the  picked cornfield, to get a visual on what was using this part of the  property. This was our first night in Kansas…

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