While walking a brushy trail to scout the Gunnison River downstream from Almont, I was rudely greeted by two off-leash German Shepards whom I apparently spooked.
They proceeded to rip through my Simms G3s and grab hold of my leg. Needless to say, after some tailgate doctoring, my wife and I decided it would be best to head home.
The worst part of the trip...not being able to fish. What a jip.