Gear Review: R.L. Winston Nexus Rods

Anyone familiar with the fly fishing industry knows the reputation of the R.L. Winston fly rod company:  buttery smooth performance labeled as the Winston “feel,” top of the line technology and quality craftsmanship, and the iconic green color of their high-end Boron rod series.  But there’s a new dog in the fight for Winston–the all new, mid-price point graphite Nexus rod series.  If the Boron rods are the older, more mature siblings that listen to Miles Davis vinyl records, the Nexus rods are the younger, more rough around the edges siblings who prefer their music a bit louder, and with a bit more funk.  Their all-black finishes serves as notice of the transition from the sensitivity and feel of the “Winston Green” Boron rods, to the bring your lunch pail to the river blue-collar Nexus rods whose graphite blanks have sacrificed a bit of feel in the pursuit of speed and power.

Make no mistake, however:  these are still Winstons at heart.  The burled wood inserts on the 3wt. through 9′ 6 wt. rods, the anodized aluminum reel seats on the 9’6″ 6 wt. through the 12 wt., the overall lightness in your hand, and just enough of that classic feel all let you know that you’re holding a rod built by a company that prides itself on quality.  And while these rods certainly have their flaws, they are a massive upgrade over the former entry-level price point Passport rod series, and they continue the recent movement by the classic rod companies to put a rod series on the market at the entry to mid price point, but that have a touch of the feel and look of a rod three or four hundred dollars more expensive.

Over the last few days, Reid Curry and I have had the chance to cast the 4 Nexus rods that we are carrying in the shop–the 4 rods that fit into Western Washington specific fisheries:  the 8’6″ 3 wt., the 9′ 5 wt., and the 9′ and 9’6″ 6 wts.  So while this review isn’t completely comprehensive since it only covers 4 out of 17 rod models, a few things have jumped to the forefront on all of these rods that make it seem possible to make a generalization or two that most likely will hold true across the spectrum.  Most notably in that regard is that these rods are definitely on the faster end of the rod action range, and we felt that each of the rods cast best when either over-lined by a full weight, or when matched with a more aggressively tapered line.  A standard trout taper of the matching weight just didn’t keep the rods loaded, and in the case of the 3 wt., you just couldn’t feel the line much at all.

So, without further ado, here’s our thoughts on casting these rods in front of the shop over the last 2 days (which maybe that’s an “ado” I should mention–these aren’t on the water tests, which could very well change the feel of these rods a touch):

 8’6″ 3 wt. ($475)—  As I mentioned above, we ended up with a 4 wt. line on this rod because the standard Airflo Elite Trout taper in a 3 wt. just wasn’t doing anything for it.  Once we over lined it, the rod began to come to life (there’s a chance that a line like the Airflo Xceed in a 3 wt., which has a slightly more aggressive taper would also do the same for you).  Either way, what you should hear in that statement is that this is a quick 3 wt.  If you’re looking for a mid flex rod to deliver dry flies in tight quarters on small creeks, this probably isn’t the rod for you.  We felt that even with a 4 wt. line on it this rod really started casting well after about 15-20 feet of line was out.  As such, we could see this rod being fun to fish on some of the larger West side trout rivers, definitely on the Yakima, or in situations where you might be needing to throw weighted nymphs or smaller streamers for trout.  This 3 wt. has enough backbone to it to really hold its own in those situations, while maintaining the lightness of a true 3 wt. rod.  (As as side note, there’s a chance that the 7’6″ 3 wt. would be a totally different rod, as we’ll talk about in a minute with the difference between the 9′ and 9’6″ 6 wt. rods having noticeably different feels–the extra length of rod could lead to a faster rod, as it does in the 6 wt.  If the 7’6″ does have a bit more bounce to it, then it could become a really good option for our smaller mountain creeks.  Hopefully we can cast one soon to find out for sure.)

 9′ 5 wt. ($475)—  Hands down, this was our least favorite of the 4 rods tested.  While it could be wedged into the “do it all” category that is reserved for 9′ 5 wts., we felt that it lacked a bit of the touch you normally look for in a lighter rod as well as the backbone you look for in a heavier one.  With a standard 5 wt. trout taper line, the rod performed relatively well in the 15-30 foot range, but really started to lose power once you moved past 30 feet.  When we lined it up to a 6 wt. of the same taper, the feel in the 15-30 foot range disappeared, and the troubles past 30 remained.  If you’re looking for a “do it all” rod that can handle closer casting fairly well, and longer casting with a bit of effort, this rod can do it for you.  But, there are certainly several other rods on the market that perform a lot better than this one in both of those departments.

 9′ 6 wt. ($485)—  Definitely our favorite of the 4 rods.  If you’re looking for a “do it all” rod from this grouping, this one would be it, and it would also stack up fairly well with other “do it all” trout rods across the market.  The action is nice and smooth throughout the casting range, and there is definitely a backbone hiding underneath of it that allows you to reach out with longer casts.  This is a rod that would fish well on Puget Sound for cutthroat, pink salmon, and most likely even have enough power to handle cohos.  On the flip side, you could also turn over dry flies pretty well, and it certainly could handle any nymph or streamer applications you would want to toss its way.  One of the draw backs of this rod for us in the Puget Sound region is that the 9′ 6wt. only comes with a burled wood reel seat and no fighting butt–you have to step up to the 9’6″ 6 wt. in order to get those.  While that obviously has no effect on rod action or performance, and if you’re only going to freshwater fisheries the wood has a more classic look, it would be nice to have the anodized option for those of us looking to fish this rod in the Sound so you don’t ding up the wood insert.  Overall this is a nice rod for those not wanting to spend $700-800 on a high-end rod, but who want the performance sometimes missing from the entry-level rods.  It will cover a lot of situations for you, and will do so well.

 9’6″ 6wt. ($485)—  In addition to the anodized reel seat and fighting butt, as well as the obvious length difference that gives you better mending control and clearance off of the water, the major difference in this rod is added power.  While some rods lose power when length is added to the same line weight rod, this one has more backbone than the 9′ 6 wt.  But, it comes at the expense of feel.  This is a true nymph/streamer/Puget Sound rod that allows you to launch line with a relatively smooth action, but is one that would fall short if dry flies or finesse casting are in your daily schedule.  One other thing we noted with this rod was that it cast best when matched with a true shooting head line like Airflo’s 40+.  When matched with the Airflo Xceed (which does have a slightly more aggressive taper than a standard trout line), the rod just didn’t stay loaded on longer casts.  Shooting head lines will also help in the Puget Sound/streamer/nymph situations where punching heavier flies on longer casts is crucial.  Bottom line with this rod is that power is the name of the game.  The added length can feel a bit cumbersome if you’re brand new to casting, but if the above mentioned situations are what you’re looking to do, this rod will handle them well.

 All in all, the Nexus rods are a nice addition to Winston’s line-up…especially at the sub $500 price point.  What they sometimes lack in feel and finesse, they make up for with power, a light weight feel in your hand, and a blank that tracks well throughout the casting range.  Add in high-end looks and components, and you have a quality addition to the ever-advancing mid price point rod market.

6 months…

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It’s been 6 months since our son was born. During that time we have been re-taught what it means to love and to live joyfully. We have gone sleepless nights of frustration only to be awoken in the morning to the sound of laughter. Our hearts have melted time, and time, and time, and time again as a grin spreads from chubby cheek to chubby cheek. We have wished for moments of crying to end quickly only to realize that time overall is moving far too fast. Our little fella has brought more happiness into our lives over these past 6 months than I ever could have imagined, and he has (so far) lived into his name countless times over: he has become our Haven of joy and refuge; our safe place to let the worries and concerns of our day melt away in the blinding heat of his smile.

In the scheme of things, 6 months isn’t very long. But when those 6 months change you so entirely, so completely, it simultaneously feels like an eternity and a split second.

Here’s hoping for 60 more years of being transformed.

First Fish

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My first trout on a fly rod was nothing to write home about. And yet, here I go.

I got my first fly rod as a Christmas present during my Sophomore year of college. A friend gave me a 15 minute casting lesson and then turned me loose to figure everything else out for myself. Needless to say my first few outings on the river proved fruitless, but the fascination with remaining dry while standing in a river awkwardly flinging fly line through the air proved to be enough to keep me coming back for more.

During my 5th or 6th outing I noticed something different: on the far seam of the current there appeared to be a small splash that to my untrained eyes sure looked like a fish rising. Looking up I saw some small, brown insects flying around and I scrambled to find the closest possible match from a grouping of flies that a local fly shop had told me would work. On my first cast through the seam I lucked into a 5 foot dead drift, and saw a small flick of water near my fly.

My bass and bluegill background took over. I set the hook as I had done countless times on the small ponds and rivers near where I grew up. The fly line flew towards me, wrapping itself around both the rod and my surprised self. “Well,” I thought, “I guess I missed that fish.”

I gathered my line and my nerves, and I moved to make my next cast. But something didn’t feel right–my line flapped through the air instead of its normal glide. It felt slightly heavy.

Dropping my line to the water, I stripped it in to see if I had snagged something in the aftermath of the previous moment’s botched hook-set. As the end of the line came closer to me, it started to dart slightly from side to side. Pulling the line out of the water, I started laughing as a 2 inch trout stared back at me while dangling from the small, brown fly. My first fish: one that I launched out of the water with my hook-set, and then unknowingly cast through the air several times before realizing he was there. “Well,” I thought again, “I guess you have to start somewhere.”

Several more fish fell for that small, brown fly that I didn’t know the name of or what it imitated. But this isn’t an attempt to brag about my first successful day of fly fishing. It’s about the beauty that is a “first fish.”

Often times when we think of a “first fish” experience, an image of a young kid with a huge grin holding a “trophy catch” in their small hands comes to mind….or possibly a “trophy catch” dangling from a line because the child is too afraid to touch the slimy thing. In those instances part of the exhilaration of the moment comes from a new part of the world being unlocked for a child who is still figuring out what all this world has to offer them. It’s a world that exists beneath the surface of the water, is unseen when looking down from above, but is a world that can be interacted with through the use of a few simple tools (each of these are complex and abstract thoughts trying to find footing in a brain that hasn’t yet developed the ability to think abstractly). The other part of the exhilaration comes from a sense of accomplishment: a “look what I did” mentality that comes pouring out through wide grins and wider eyes.

But this exhilaration isn’t only found in youth. You don’t need to look very far in the fishing world to find pictures or videos of someone catching their first permit, steelhead, tarpon, or 24+ inch rainbow or brown trout, and what you’ll see much more often than not is the same smile and sense of wonder in the faces of the now adult anglers. A new world is unlocked in those moments–a bigger world–as well as a new sense of accomplishment.

But this exhilaration isn’t only found in the catching of giant, trophy fish either. It can just as easily happen in the hooking and landing of a 6 inch cutthroat.

Within the past two weeks I’ve had the opportunity to watch three people catch their first trout on a fly rod: a 67 year old named Jerry, a 9 year old named Benjamin, and a 21 year old named Oskar. And while each of these people are in radically different phases of their life, the reactions were almost identical: surprise when the fish hit the dry fly, exhilaration at the feel of the fish fighting on the line, and marvel at the colors and markings of these beautiful little fish. In that moment there weren’t any “I wish it was bigger” reactions; there weren’t any “put it back real quick so I can try to catch another one” comments; there weren’t any “this isn’t nearly as fun as I thought it would be” responses. There was only excitement. And accomplishment.

See, that’s the beauty of a first fish. You aren’t caught up in comparisons to bigger fish or longing for different fish or wanting to speed it up to get to more fish. Your entire experience is right there, that moment, that fish. And so it might actually be best to start with a smaller fish, whether it’s a 2 inch brook trout or a 6 inch coastal cutthroat–you will forever appreciate those small fish for their beauty and their spot in your angling journey. There’s an old saying that the best thing about a small fish is that they’ll grow up into a larger one. But sometimes that isn’t true. Sometimes a 6 inch cutthroat will forever be a 6 inch cutthroat, both in the pictures of you holding it and in your mind, and there’s not a single thing wrong with that.

A Fish Story

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The yell from behind me was some combination of surprise, excitement, and “what the $&@# just happened?” I turned to see one of my two clients for the day, a twenty-something named Marko, hooked into a nice fish–the type of fish that we spent an extra 45 minutes in the car to find. The fly rod was doubled over, the reel was singing a frantic tune, and the look on his face reflected what I had heard in the yell.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised by the size of the fish thrashing at the other end of his line, seeing as how I had spent several parts of the morning’s drive telling of 16+ inch fish that we had seen on this small trickle of a mountain creek. But on the other hand, perhaps you can’t fully believe a fish story until the water explodes where your previously dead-drifting fly used to be, and you are suddenly attached to a ticked off rainbow whose ancestors most likely left this very river on a thousand mile journey into the ocean, returning wearing the badge of “steelhead”. Perhaps you can’t fully believe a fish story until you are smack dab in the middle of writing a similar one.

And so Marko was launched into a fish story of his own. But as the initial seconds of surprise and excitement still hung in the air like the mist formed when a warm Summer morning’s air meets the cold mountain water, suddenly the fish shouldered its way into the faster current and Marko’s expression changed. It changed because of a sobering realization forming in his brain: the rod that connected himself to this particular specimen had only moments before made a 10 inch fish feel like a real heavyweight…and this particular specimen could probably eat that 10 inch fish.

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In that moment, and in that realization, life was breathed into the fish story. Marko’s knees suddenly didn’t feel so steady, his palms began sweating, his heart began racing. The fight was on. The fish story was unfolding, and the main question left to be answered was would the story end with this likely descendent of an anadromous fish hardwired to fight for survival landed in a net, or slowly swimming away after breaking Marko’s line–and his heart.

I stopped and watched for a few seconds with a smile on my face. Then I grabbed my net and head down-river to get a front row seat for the fight. Win or lose, I knew my job as a guide was being accomplished in that moment: I had presented an opportunity for a story to unfold, and then given them the space to write it for themselves.

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A Not So New Norm

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Before the birth of our son, the most common statement I heard from people with kids was, “You have no idea how this will change your life!”

I knew that comment was true.  I knew that Haven’s birth would drop a sledgehammer on everything I thought I knew about what was important, and how our lives would unfold (both in a day-to-day and a forever sense).  And at exactly 1:19am on May 5th, 2014, the comment that I had heard dozens of times came true–our world was turned upside down in the most beautiful way possible.

But while we have been resetting all of our “clocks” to this new normal, it’s also become apparent that not everything is different.  Just because our lives have been changed forever, that hasn’t meant that everything has changed.  Oddly enough, there is a random assortment of things (surprising things even), that remain constant from my life pre and post baby.

I therefore offer, “10 Surprising Things In My Life That Haven’t Changed At All Since The Birth of Our Son”:

1)  My voice still occasionally (and without warning) morphs from a normal pitch using sane words to a high-pitched squeak laced with non-sense syllables.

2)  I still walk around with the knowledge that at any moment I might be hit with one of three not-so-nice bodily functions.  You never know when…and you never know which one.

3)  Just like pre-baby, any stretch of sleep longer than 2 continuous hours is miraculous, and any combination of 8 hours total in a 14 hour window is on par with winning the lottery.

4)  Conversations that involve the words nibble, circumcision, rash, boppy, or lactation are still the norm.

5)  Monitoring the color of someone’s poo remains one of the best ways I know to assess their health and well-being.

6)  The realization that your shirt has the remnants of someone’s lunch on it is met with a smile or a laugh.

7)  Cutting fingernails and toenails continues to be the most terrifying thing in my life.

8)  I remain cautious that a person’s smile isn’t so much about my presence or the joke I just told, but about the movement of gas within them.

9)  A loud burp in my ear is still the surest sign that I have succeeded in my task.

10)  Google retains its role as the provider of answers to life’s toughest questions:  what is the meaning of the song “Frere Jacques”?; what is cradle cap?; how do you clean out the creases of a baby’s neck?; how much will college cost in 2032?

I daily count my lucky stars that these 10 things have remained constant.

Sunday Jazz — June 15



I’m not a good singer.  I don’t know many lullabies to hum.  But I do have a collection of records to play Haven before bedtime, even if tapping the beat to some Bop might seem counterproductive to putting a child to sleep.



What’s in YOUR bag?

On multiple occasions I’ve been browsing through the websites of various professional photographer’s and thought, “I wonder what gear they use?”  In my head, all of these photographers shoot with Nikon or Canon’s flagship camera bodies and lenses that are worth more than my car, or with a Hasselblad camera that would require a year and a half of my salary to purchase.

Then I stumbled upon ShotKit, a website that reveals the mystery of what’s in the camera bags of professional photographers from multiple genres.  Some of the bags listed line up exactly with my preconceived notions, while others are shockingly simple–and reasonably affordable.  In almost every instance, the works displayed by the photographer bring home the point that it isn’t always the gear that’s used that create breathtaking images–it’s the eye behind it.

Check it out.  You might be surprised at what you see, and you can even submit your “gear bag” if you feel the urge to stretch your legs amongst some of the big dogs.