Another Trip to the Boulders

It's that time of year again. The time of year when the Utah's Boulder Mountains start calling. It has become almost a tradition-making a June trip with boys down to the sacred Boulder Mountain Lakes. This year we left in the afternoon on Father's Day. We chose a Sunday through Wednesday hoping that the lakes would be free of other people and scouts. We met Tory just outside Loa and decided to head over to the Parker Mountain for some bunny shootin'. Well the bunnies were few and far between. The ones we did see were shot by Phil and Zenger with their newfound babies- Assault Rifles! It is definitely a down year for rabbits. After killing bunnies, we headed into Torrey. My Dad was there; he had stayed the weekend with Chantelle and Tom and their kids. The next morning we woke up and headed to Oak Creek dreaming of large Brookies. We took the wheelers into the lake and it was no more than a ten minute ride. When I pulled up, I realized that the key to my wheeler was missing. This led to some tense moments, but thanks to Zenger's faith, he found the key about half way back down the trail. We fished the lake and cought several fish on Jake's Lures and black wooly buggers. They were all brookies, but suprisingly, they weren't very big. We did see some nice fish taken by a few of the 45 people that just happened to be having a family reunion that day (on a Monday!!!!). It was a good day of fishing!
After debating where to go, we decided that we had better try to find the other way into Blind Lake. We had heard about it, but never had the four-wheelers to try it. While unloading the wheelers- Zenger about died! The Polaris tipped over backwards and was standing straight up with Zenger lying below. Luckily, it didn't tip the rest of the way or he may have been in trouble. Well, we found the other way to the lake. It was much shorter and easier hiking, but the road to the trail was horrible and the trail takes you into the lake across from our favorite point. Anyways, we fished it and caught a few on spinners. Phil caught a few on flies, but nothing spectacular. Overall, the fishing was poor. We headed back down and were exhausted. We watched Boston beat L.A. for the NBA Title, drove around and looked at deer (saw what will be a nice buck and several other deer), shot another bunny or two, watched a flick and went to bed. It wasn't the best fishing trip ever, but we had a good time!