Years ago when our youngest son, Clark, was attending a religion class at Brigham Young University, the instructor, during a lecture, asked him, 'Clark, what is an example of life with your father that you best remember?'
"The instructor later wrote to me and told me of the reply which Clark had given to the class. Said Clark: 'When I was a deacon in the Aaronic Priesthood, my father and I went pheasant hunting near Malad, Idaho. The day was Monday — the last day of the pheasant-hunting season. We walked through numerous fields in search of pheasants but saw only a few, and those we missed.
"'Dad then said to me, "Clark," he looked at his watch, "let's unload our guns, and we'll place them in this ditch. Then we'll kneel down to pray."
"'I thought Dad would pray for more pheasants, but I was wrong. He explained to me that Elder Richard L. Evans of the Quorum of the Twelve was gravely ill and that at 12 noon on that particular Monday the members of the Quorum of the Twelve — wherever they may be — were to kneel and, in a way, together unite in a fervent prayer of faith for Elder Evans. Removing our caps, we knelt, we prayed.'
"I well remember the occasion, but I never dreamed a son was watching, was learning, was building his own testimony."
General conference, October 1998