Birthday Tiger

Not sure why the UnGuided has neglected their blog site, but I assure you, the adventures continue.  In April, the crew undertook a Southern Utah dirtbagging trip that consisted of climbing various cliffs and crags, though I'll let Gov write about that trip.  I'm here to report the annual Birthday Fishing trip undertaken by Pablo.

Each year, for the past unnumbered years, Pablo has spent his birthday fishing, usually with the Mule in tow. This year found them among the tiny streams of Central Utah (actual stream names will not be listed here). Friday the 6th found the partial team day-hiking downstream 3 miles to a large meadow that held the "S" curving stream and many large Cutts and Tigers.  Tigers you say?! Yes! Tiger! That horrible and deadly man-made Frankenfish, a cross between a Brook Trout and a Brown Trout, or as my father is wont to call them "German Brown Trout", (that may stem from WWII).  But I digress.
The water was high with a touch of color, but not enough to dis-wade (get it?) our intrepid anglers.  But what finally drove the two back to the campsite late that evening, was the hordes, and I do mean HORDES of mosquito's that fed on their tasty flesh.  The last words spoken at the van prior to hiking downstream were, "dude, I don't see any need to take the bug dope". Dopes indeed!
Not all was lost. Many nice fish were landed, including this MONSTER, out of the 6 ft wide creek. Though the following day brought less fish and high winds. Did I say high winds? I meant to say, gale force winds. Hey, no mosquito's though!