Mine is embarrassing, because I don't know who it was. About 23 years ago, my fiance (now wife of 22 years) and I were at Disney World with my brother and his family. We went to Cocoa Beach one day and I had really wanted to try fishing on the St Johns, so we packed gear, my wife and I got licenses and my brother dropped us off at a ramp that had docks and a little bank access and took his wife and kids to a leisurely breakfast and some shopping so we could try it a while. I asked a guy who was tied up and messing with his tackle (lots of tackle) if people caught much off the docks or if we should risk the scary looking bank. He said some lazy tourney fishermen released right there so there were often bass around, but the best fishing was in the lake up (? wasn't much flow, but I think the lake was to the north) stream, only reachable by boat. I said I wish we could, but we were just here for a little while from out of town (live in CO at the time). He asked if we wanted to try a couple of spots he "needed to check out". We hopped on (in retrospect, that is something I would tell my kids never to do, even as grownups) and he took off to the lake. He took us to a couple of weedy points and we caught some decent bass. He was messing with gators with a huge plastic bait with no hooks. He told us that he had won a tournament in that lake a couple of years earlier and that one of the fish that put him over the top came from that area. He took us back to the ramp, where my brother and his family were waiting by then. We thanked him and he waived off my weak offer to pay for gas. As we were starting to leave, my brothers wife noticed that people milling around the ramp were talking to the guy and he was signing someone's hat. I still have no clue who it was.