The life of a demo rod - R.L. Winston Air 2

Winston 9 1/2 foot five weight air two

I have about two dozen Winston Rods in my arsenal.   Most are for guiding and a few have been retired as a personal rod. In the 10 years I’ve been using Winston Rods I’ve never had a cork grip come loose. So when I received the air two 9 1/2 ‘ 5wt. demo from the Twin Bridges headquarters I knew it had already been put to the test and its boundaries were previously pushed by other Field Advisors and Pros.  The word was that this rod had been in many different hands in many different places for research and development “demolishing testing.”  

Initially I wondered, what kind of mojo does this rod have on it. I knew it shook hands with several wizards previously but curious, what kind of encounters forced it to bend.  Did it bend on its first date? What kind of fish was the first fish it danced with?  Has it been kissed yet and has it known love and laughter after a long days work?  You know, that’s the kind stuff that makes life memorable.  

Upon picking up the rod in Twin Bridges, life WAS memorable and good!  I was on my way to my favorite river in Montana, the Bighole  river, to fish and hang with the crew at Sunrise Fly Shop.  It was April and I had never had the opportunity to fish the river during that time.  We were hoping to catch the Skwala hatch and throw streamers.  During the next four days, we would experience all degrees of weather.  Sun, rain, snow, and wind that was the blustery, gusty, 30 mph kind.  Despite the tough conditions, we came to throw dry flies 1 inch from the bank and no amount of wind would stop us.  It did, however, make things interesting. When I lifted the flyrod to make a cast the wind picked up 40 feet of line and sent it parallel to the surface of the water like a flag blowing in the wind.  This would ultimately result in a few tangles with my fishing buddy.  These are the conditions that test a rod and angler alike.  The Air2 9’6” 5wt.  exceeded my expectations and has been my personal favorite for dry fly fishing ever since.  It has excellent accuracy over distance, power without sacrificing sensitivity and like all Winstons, you can feel the cast through the entire rod.  

Back home in Asheville, NC I brought the demo out on a few guided trips where I had repeat clients that had fished many of my Winstons previously.  I wanted their feedback and the rod wowed each person who fished it.  It was July and the dog days of summer were starting to settle in. Water temperatures were climbing, afternoon thunderstorms were a daily event, and our terrestrial season was in full swing.  The brown trout on the Watauga river and South Holston river love to eat Japanese beetles that happen to fall out of the sycamore trees on the rivers edge.  Sycamores have big leaves and are often leaning over the river providing shade and cover for fish.  The beetles fall off the leaves a make a little “smack” on the water.  To imitate this natural presentation requires a little magic from the angler.  Imagine side-arm, casting foam beetles on 13’-15’ leaders under the tree branches.  Long 50’ casts with delicate “smack” like precision.  It’s technical fishing at its finest and you only get so many chances, but when it all comes together the glory moments share the same intensity as a World Cup GoooOooaaaaaaalllllL.  One occasion proved to be the most telling.  Two of my repeat, clients brought their own rods to fish the Japanese beetle event. They were both struggling to roll over the long leaders with their rods.  The leader was landing in a pile and spooking fish.  I politely offered them each a Winston and instantly they were making great casts and presenting the fly appropriately.  The next time they came fishing with me, they both had a Winston of their own in hand.

~ Written by: Galen Kipar

R.L. Winston Field Advisor

Asheville Fly Fishing Company Owner/Founder

Targeting Trophy Trout near Asheville, NC

Targeting Trophy Trout

It’s late winter in Western North Carolina. Although the days are getting longer, the spring sun has not fully rounded out the edges of winter nor brought with it its day-long warmth igniting early spring hatches. Those awaited emergences will reach fruition a few weeks in the future, but for now conditions leave the current’s quarry clinging in their nymphal states to the submerged rocks and riverbed, patiently awaiting the gentle chide of warming water. For most trout enthusiasts, there is nothing quite as satisfying as watching a well-placed dry fly being eagerly swallowed by the cresting beak of an engaged trout. This spectacle coupled with the authoritative bend in the rod, the twisted intermingling of line and chattering reel, prompts anglers to get up pre-dawn on the weekends after enduring a five-day laborious stretch of work-week sunrises. To satiate my desire for aggressive springtime slurps out of season, and pass the time before their likelihood, I regularly find myself engaging in the cold weather, high-risk, frequently unrewarded gamble of targeting trophy trout.

The Whens

I firmly subscribe to the old angling adage that, “The best time to fish is when you have time to fish.” That being said, when the odds are slanted against you, you may want to stack as much in your favor as possible. A lot of big fish are caught during the cold weather seasons, since they are more easily goaded into aggressively engulfing a streamer when they’re hoping to fill their bellies with a calorie-rich winter meal. During pre-spawn periods when larger trout become aggressive, their temperament may also encourage them to strike a large fly that resembles a smaller trout or any other egg-eating baitfish inhabiting the river. During those times of the year, it’s important to be mindful of reds and to leave any actively spawning fish alone. When I’m chasing a big bite from trout, you can assume I’m bundled up and expecting to deal with less than favorable weather. I also tend to get more streamer-happy during or following a rainstorm when the rivers are high and a bit off color. All that sediment and silt discoloring the water may help to hide heavy leaders and cover up any casting or presentation errors that are made, in turn fooling otherwise weary trout . Also, the increased flows may force a fish to decide without hesitation whether or not to attack a bait before the water carries it out of reach. Large trout also tend to be a bit more snappy during low light periods, so I prefer to target them in the mornings and evenings.

The Wheres

Another angling adage, regularly recited by my father during the fishing follies and disappointments of my youth was, “He didn't get that big by being stupid.” This comment usually followed some angling chagrin, which I, even at an adult age, take very poorly. I was most commonly exposed to this quip following the loss of a large fish, after witnessing the ejection of my hook from its mouth, or after watching a fish reject my offering subsequent to a scrutinous inspection. I definitely didn’t and don’t appreciate any comment after a major fish-fail, but nevertheless, the air of the statement rings true: Big trout are smart. You’re most likely to find them stealthily stowed in the tightest crisscrosses of a gnarly log-jam, dwelling in the deepest recesses of pools, tucked underneath root riddled undercut banks, or in inconspicuous crevices and cracks beneath and between large rocks. In these environments big trout stay safe from predators, including you, and use the cover to ambush prey. At any given moment a fish can be anywhere in the river and I often deploy casts to cover lesser holding water but I focus the bulk of my time targeting the aforementioned habitats and plying those areas with extra regard.

The Arsenal

If I’m investing my time in big trout, I’m likely going to wager on a big bait to fool it, and I'm going to need stout gear to land it. Leave the delicate rods at home. I usually throw 6 through 8 weight rods, coupled with reliable reels, and sinking line or sink tips connected to 4- 9 foot lengths of 10 to 20 lb fluorocarbon. These vary depending on river conditions and sizes, as well as the size of the trout I expect to find in a particular river system. Leaders should be substantial enough to bully that trout away from cover and withstand an aggressive strip-set. The majority of streamer-eaters aren’t leader shy. I most often want my fly swimming deep near the river bottom. For situations in which I worry about the trout seeing the sinking line or sink tip, I generally employ a long leader with a heavy fly and maybe a couple nodes of well-placed spit shot to keep my offering at its desired depth. As far as flies go, there are no shortages of colorfully named streamers gracing fly shop displays or on sale online. I generally recommend finding some that match the forage fish in the river you are targeting and then grabbing a few that stand out and look a little less natural. Some streamers look nothing like baitfish but move and flash in a way that peaks the curiosity of apex trout. I also favor a slow, erratically cadenced retrieve incorporating pauses, but I regularly experiment with it and speed it up to see what presentation elicits the most aggressive response. It’s never a bad idea to head to a local fly shop for advice or to hire a guide and pick his brain for the morning.

The Outcome

Another adage that my father lovingly tortured me with after failed fishing endeavors during my childhood was, “Sometimes you get the bear, sometimes the bear gets you.” Getting skunked is something that then and even now, in my forties, I’ve seldom taken gracefully. I’ve heard that the tolerance for it comes with age, but I’d be a liar if I claimed that I expected that to change in my 50’s or 60’s. In that aspect, I shamefully admit that I’ll be forever 12. Sadly, if you’re playing the big trout game, you're going to have to accept a stern skunking, even if you don’t like it, and afterwards somehow summon the fortitude to attempt it again and again. I think one way to endure this is to trick yourself into enjoying the process, and even if it includes a mouthful of sour failure, never give up. Rivers have been the settings for the bulk of my fondest memories. I’ve rarely fished a day in my life where I didn’t learn something new and that knowledge has usually been bestowed on me with or without fish and often unsolicited. It could be a subtle nuance in your favorite river, where a trout might hold, but somehow you’ve never noticed it. Or the way the abdomen of a specific river nymph in one river is slightly lighter in hue than in the river you fished in last week. Two lessons that I've learned in the past few decades on the water are that well-iced beer is still cold no matter how many fish you do or don't catch and that failure is made more tolerable with company. So, if you decide to bundle-up and go galumphing into a river to hunt for your trophy, it probably isn’t a poor idea to take along a friend and having a six-pack waiting at home. Besides, you’re going to need someone to snap a grip and grin when you net that 25 incher, right? Good luck out there.

BY: Anthony Lohr

Asheville Fly Fishing Company

Full Time Fly Fishing Guide

Asheville, NC

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