Rare Synchronicity

As you can tell my Leaf blogging urge has ebbed over the past year. The reasons are due to physical health, mental health (Wilson's mantra of attention to detail is my current medication), as well as other interests over-taking my irrational insistence on watching a team with a deeply flawed ownership and team philosophy.The leader of the competing pack is fly-fishing. This year has been a banner year for me simply because of the number of hours I have been able to enjoy streamside. Along with getting married, this will be one of the most memorable years of my life. Not to get too non-Leafs on the few souls that still manage to click their way here every now and again, but delving so deeply into a new passion can at times bring you back full circle.This morning is a case and point. Looking to augment my already overflowing arsenal of hook, thread, and fur and feather, I stumbled across a bodacious looking fly, aptly named the Melrose Mullet. I know Barry hasn't gone the blue...