Alright, let me tell you about this magical slice of fishing paradise we’ve got tucked away in the Uintas. You know that stretch of Highway 150—Mirror Lake Highway, if we’re being official—that winds up past Kamas? Yeah, that postcard-perfect route. Within about 45 minutes (give or take depending on how many photo ops you sneak), we’ll have you knee-deep in some of the most pristine, Forest Service-approved lakes you’ve ever seen. And hey, if you’ve got a dream scenario—maybe chasing a specific fish or nailing that golden-hour cast—just say the word. We live for tailoring these trips.

Now, what makes our spot special? Well, aside from the fact that we’re one of the few outfits with a permit to guide at 10,000 feet (trust me, the trout up here know they’re royalty), you’ve got five different species to tango with. Brooke Trout? Gorgeous, but man, they’ll test your patience. Tigers? Like reeling in liquid gold. Most days, you’ll be working topwater—that is, until the mayflies throw a surprise party and suddenly everyone’s diving deep.

Never held a fly rod before? No sweat. Alex (more on him later) taught me my first roll cast, and now I’m borderline obsessed. Our guides love breaking it down—whether it’s nailing that perfect flick, tying a clinch knot one-handed (party trick and practical), or learning how to handle a fish so it swims off happier than a kid with ice cream.

Speaking of guides… Meet the crew:

Alex Goates: Started chasing trout at 12 and never looked back. Has a soft spot for Brooke Trout—probably because they’re as stubborn as he is.

Hayden Proper: If Brown Trout had fan mail, Hayden’s name would be all over it. Dude radiates stoke for the outdoors.

Rich Goates: The guy could out-fish most of us and spin a yarn about it that’ll have you laughing till your sides hurt. Tigers are his muse.

Steve Goates: OG of the group. Dreams about fish the way chefs dream about Michelin stars.

Here’s the thing though—we’re not just about hauling in trophies. It’s about keeping these waters wild enough that your grandkids can gawk at the same views. That means no-trace ethics, handling fish like they’re made of glass, and maybe—just maybe—leaving the place better than we found it.
So if you’re itching for a half-day of heart-thumping drifts, stupid-good scenery, and guides who’ll feel like old pals by lunch? Slide into our DMs (@uinta.life) or hit up the contact page. Just don’t blame us if you catch the bug. Again.