I’ll be honest, many of my bluelining expeditions have been a major letdown.
Much of that can be blamed on me and my lack of research prior to venturing out into the unknown. The rest I’ll blame on those before me that wrote about how magical bluelining can be, and why it’s a true right of passage for fly fisherman all the world.
All of these expeditions are fed from a need to find something different. It’s the idea that I will find waters that no one else has found, no matter how rare that occurrence may be. And it’s the feeling you get when you find uncharted waters that hold beauty you could never imagine, regardless of the fish that might be found there.
I’ve come to realize that if you’re going to prospect out into the unknown, you better be prepared for disappointment at what you might find. Not that every outcome is so ominous, but honestly, many have been, and so I’ve come to accept that as a likely outcome.
But those outcomes haven’t jaded my curiosity. And they haven’t made me want to venture out there any less. In fact, I’d say it’s been the opposite. Because it only takes stumbling upon one truly majestic location to get the mind rolling on what else might lurk at the end of that next trail. Finding a diamond in the rough fuels the fire, and it makes the act of bluelining well worth the disappointments, near death experiences, and the realization that what you had in your mind in no way compares to what reality offered you.
I’ll never stop; I can’t stop now. I’ve been gifted far too many gems to ever think that I’ve found all there is to find in these parts.
So I’ll keep exploring, and I’ll do it with the idea that while I might find disappointment, I might also find something that can truly mimic what I picture in my mind as I search out what may, or may not, exist.