Ryan Dixon writes, "We've had a tradition to go on the rifle hunt since my son (Dakota) was 5 years old. My 15 year old lives for hunting and just like every year, he was counting the days until the opener. I had recently started a new job and the mandatory training unfortunately happened to be out of state and over the opening and the first week of the Utah rifle hunt. When I sat him down to tell him, he couldn't have been nicer about it, but I knew it was eating him up inside not being able to go on the opener. We were committed and able to get out the second weekend and try our best to fill our public general season tags.
We woke early and started hiking with flashlights to get off the road as far as we could. We hunted hard, but didn't see much. The second day as the sun was coming up, my son was about 250 yards down the draw from me and I saw him looking through his binoculars. He quickly pulled his rifle off his shoulder, dropped to one knee and steadied his rifle. Before I could see what he was shooting at I heard him shoot. I ran down the hill and by the time I got there he was already on his way, hiking towards his buck which was about 300 yards from where he shot. The buck didn't go 20 yards and was down. One shot with the .270 was all it took. My son was jumping up and down and was absolutely thrilled with the success. I'll never forget the look on his face, the excitement, and the giant hug he gave me. To me this is what hunting is all about. Creating lasting memories with your kids. What an amazing hunt!"