Our Story
Ute Trail Guide Service began in the late 1960’s. Glenn Everett was the 4th generation operating the family cattle ranch and started the outfitting business. Glenn shared his love of hunting with his son, Casey, who now owns the business. From a young age, Casey has hunted and guided in the Ute Trail area. He carries on the family tradition of hunting big game.
The outfitting service has always been operated by close friends and family. Today, Ute Trail Guide Service is managed by Joey Taverna. Joey started as a guide for the business during his teenage years. Our team of guides have over 100+ years of experiencing hunting this area. The group has hunted together, both professionally and personally, since many of them received their first tags at the age of 12. We look forward to sharing a hunting experience with you and helping add to your collection of good hunting stories.
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where to start… A bear story
We used to hunt bear with dogs and put bait out. We’d bring the dogs in to check the bait and if the bear had been into it, the dogs would take its trail. One time we set the bait and when we checked it, the dogs took off running. There was pile of granite rock, 5 foot rock, and the dogs were all barking around this pile of rock. We couldn’t see any hole big enough, and the only thing I could think of was there was a bobcat in there. So I climbed up on top and there was a hole big enough for a man to get into. I was the first one there because I was on the horse. So I climbed down into that hole and I could see a pair of eyes. So I lit a match and there was a bear looking at me- popped his teeth and jumped at me. I think the bear was more scared of me. We were probably both scared of each other. I jumped straight up and hit my head coming up out of that hole, and when I looked down there was my hat laying in the hole and I was rubbing my head. The funny part was it wasn’t but a minute when Arless was standing there beside me rubbing his head and looking down into the hole too. Arless wanted his 14 year old boy to shoot the bear with a pistol. The boy wanted him to hold the light for him. The boy was so scared shaking and holding that pistol right close to your nose cocked and ready. So I told Arless that he ought to go down in to the hole and hold the light, but the boy didn’t end up shooting it. Arless fired and I guess injured the bear and it jumped right out of the hole. The bear came running out and I guess somebody shot it because we killed it. Bear hunting was in the summer.
-Glenn Everett
Three Generations of Everett’s
“Glenn and I went out in the pick up and I had the license. Just near the house in the hayfield we spotted a buck. I jumped out and made my shot. Our good friend, Joe Nelson, happened to be on his way out and helped to gut and get the buck into the truck. While we were doing that, we heard a shot. We drove back up to the house and Casey, my son, and granddaughter, McKenzie, were just under the trees by the horse corrals. We got out and found them with her buck! So, in a matter of 15 minutes we both had our bucks.
It was really fun. Casey and Glenn were both so excited to have me and McKenzie shoot the bucks at the same time. And by the way- one shot. I only ever spend one bullet per animal. And for Kenzie too. We Everett women have a tradition of one shot!”
-Jeanie Everett
