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S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S 7 7 l y F i s h i n g F On occasion, head to the river by yourself and wade into the entire experience a little deeper. I don't usually write my columns in a motel room on the banks of a famous river, but since I'm sitting in just such a room, with dinner behind me and today's fishing slowly fading in the rearview mirror, getting started on the new column seems like a pretty reasonable plan. I have a confession to make. This piece was supposed to focus on a well known and incredibly talented angler whose name you've no doubt heard a thousand times over the years. He and I were scheduled to fish together tomorrow and the next day. Somehow, though, we got our wires crossed. It turns out that he Todd Tanner was here last week, while I'm here now. I don't think this kind of snafu has ever bit me in the backside before, though given both the hectic pace of life in 2015 and the sheer number of opportunities for miscommunication, something along these lines was inevitable. Now that I'm flying solo, I'm compelled to switch gears and concentrate on another subject I've been meaning to address: fishing alone. Anglers, and especially those of us who love to fly fish, tend to be social animals. We fish together, we eat and drink together, we talk about fishing with each other, we share pictures via email and text, we swap tall tales and magazine stories and fly recipes and even the occasional Google Earth screen shot. Not that we're comfortable in A solitary angler enjoys the sunshine and rising trout on the Henrys Fork near Last Chance, Idaho.