At the lake. He has not had any luck off his pier. I told him to come over and get this mess of fish , he started grinning like a mule eating briars. Needless to say he quit fishing jumped in his truck and drove around to pick em up. Not a big deal but boy he was grinning. Last Sunday we were fishing somebody else's pier from the boat. He came out a little huffy with a fishing pole. I spent a few minutes talking to him about when and how we fished his pier threw the year. Then I showed him what worked best at his pier and left two packs of monkey milks with him. I think I made a friend for life , he told me to come back and fish whenever. I thanked him and left him fishing. Good deeds makes friends and having patience helps.