For me, fishing alone was always the test. I was lucky enough to learn fly fishing from a much more experienced friend. He was always willing to help me find fish, decide which fly to use, remind me how much tippet should be between my indicator and nymph, give me a hand when that blood knot wouldn't cinch after five attempts. He also always encouraged me to go out and fish the same beats alone.
So, my solitary fishing was always the test to see if I could do it alone. In the early days, I'd undoubtedly spend a third of my time tying knots, untangling knots, sitting on the bank trying to figure out what to do. But, I started to catch fish by myself, too. More often I'd get skunked, but things did start to click out there on the water by myself.
Since those early days, I've moved to a different part of the state and had to leave my fishing friends behind. Arriving here in Lancaster County at the beginning of the summer, I was lucky enough to have a lot of time to fish. So, I fished the Susquehanna for smallmouth solo about 90% of the time. What a contrast now six years a fly fisherman to tackle a new river alone! Surely I had some of the same struggles as my early days alone on little stocked trout streams, but learning what I did of the Susquehanna this season on my own was again a test of my mettle. The personal challenge is what I love about fishing alone.