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ISSUE 126

All In

All InAugust/September 2011 EHJ (Issue 126) - The odds were stacked against us. The country looked desolate and uninhabited. In fact, during a quick pre-scouting trip to the area, my mom said, "This is where you’re hunting? I don’t think there’s any deer here…but if there is one, you guys will find it.” Little did we know that those words would come back to haunt us and lead us to the thrill of a lifetime.

The archery and muzzleloader deer seasons had come and gone, and it was down to the Utah rifle hunt, all or nothing. My dad and I had been hunting southern Utah for about five years, and we had come to know the rollercoaster of excitement and heartache that comes with hunting in such barren and dusty land. Although we knew there were plenty of places to find a deer, we were always dreaming of finding that once-in-a-lifetime buck. That dream is what brought us, year after year, to some of the most deserted and isolated country the state has to offer.

We went days and years without getting a shot at one of those dreamy giants. Dad and I were relentless, though, and it was hard to get us discouraged.