Ya, fishing with strangers is kind of weird. A couple of years ago, I got an email from a guy that I had chatted with online for some time. He sent me an email saying that he would be in Spokane in mid March and wanted to go fishing. I replied that the lakes were still frozen over. He asked me if there was any open water and that he really wanted to go fishing. I told him that most of the lakes in the area were solid with ice except for maybe around the edges. He told me he only needed a couple of yards of open water. He was really insisting that he wanted to go fishing. This is when I got to wondering about the guy.
A day or so before he was coming to Spokane, he sends me an email saying he didn't have his boat and was wondering if I could get a boat for him.

As this situation got stranger and stranger, I finally agreed that I would try to find one for him to use.
The day he arrives, he tells me he wanted me to take him out to the lake. Well, I'm thinking to myself, I've communicated with this guy online for some time, he can't be
too crazed. I agreed to take him out and asked what motel he was staying in. He said he couldn't afford a motel and that he was staying with a friend in town. Brother, what have I gotten myself into? He gives me an address. It was in a nice neighborhood, so I relaxed some then. I got to the house and rang the door bell. The door opens and there stands a real big guy with a beard. "You must be Marc" he says in a big deep voice. He invites me in and calls out, "Mike, Marc's here!"
Well, after all the worrying, he and his friend he was staying with were pretty nice guys and the day of fishing went quite well. But it was strange how desperate he was in wanting to go out fishing. He did catch a couple of nice Browns so he was happy, one of which is in the following picture.