Gila (genus) - Species

Species

  • Gila alvordensis (Alvord chub)
  • Gila atraria (Utah chub)
  • Gila bicolor (Tui chub)
    • Gila bicolor bicolor (Tui chub)
    • †Gila bicolor isolata (Independence Valley tui chub (extinct: c.1975))
    • Gila bicolor mohavensis (Mohave tui chub)
    • Gila bicolor obesa
    • Gila bicolor pectinifer
    • Gila bicolor snyderi (Owens Tui Chub)
    • Gila bicolor vaccaceps
  • Gila boraxobius (Borax Lake chub)
  • Gila brevicauda (Shorttail chub)
  • Gila coerulea (Blue chub)
  • Gila conspersa (Nazas chub)
  • †Gila crassicauda (Thicktail chub (extinct: late 1950s))
  • Gila cypha (Humpback chub)
  • Gila ditaenia (Sonora chub)
  • Gila elegans (Bonytail chub, Bonytail)
  • Gila eremica (Desert chub)
  • Gila intermedia (Gila chub)
  • Gila minacae (Mexican roundtail chub)
  • Gila modesta (Salinas chub)
  • Gila nigra (Headwater chub)
  • Gila nigrescens (Chihuahua chub)
  • Gila orcuttii (Arroyo chub)
  • Gila pandora (Rio Grande chub)
  • Gila pulchra (Conchos chub)
  • Gila purpurea (Yaqui chub)
  • Gila robusta (Roundtail chub)
    • Gila robusta jordani (Pahranagut roundtail chub)
    • Gila robusta robusta (Roundtail chub)
  • Gila seminuda (Virgin chub)

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