Post blogger MItch Mulhall weaves another one of his tall tales. “It had been a few years since I’d last guided a fly fishing trip,” he blogs, “but my piscatorial reputation was fairly well known, if not as unwarranted as a Madonnna Grammy. Still, among people who were near enough my own kin, my angling abilities were honored…. To be fair, the broken fly rod had done nothing for his disposition. His disappointment obvious, and I felt a skunking coming on. I strung my rod and straightened my leader while he worked on tying that Griffith’s gnat on his tippet. When he finally cinched his knot and clipped off the tag end, he hooked the fly in rod’s cork handle and reeled in the slack.”