Just realized the guy who fixed my flat tire in Tucson is now my fishing buddy
Blew a tire on I-10 outside Tucson back in March. Some dude in a beat up Tacoma pulled over before the tow truck even got there. He had a jack and a spare and we had it swapped in 15 minutes. Turns out he fishes the same lakes I do. We've gone out 6 times since then and he caught a 5 pound bass last weekend that I'm still mad about. Anyone else meet someone in a total mess and end up hanging out with them on purpose after?