Had a similar thing happen this past weekend. Fishing in New Hampshire I pulled into the pull off and a motorcycle pulled in as I was getting out of the car. Guy apparently had never seen saltwater fly fishing and asked many questions and offered tips based on his fly fishing experience (did not seem like much). Very friendly the whole time, but just too much. I was trying to learn a new knot while looking it up on my phone and he wouldn’t let my attention stay on what I was doing. Ended up taking me 20 minutes when it very easily should’ve been done in 5.
When it came time for me to hit the water, I feared he might try to break into my car, as he was looking inside the whole time he stood around it talking. Thinking I’d scare him from trying anything, I told him I was only going around the corner for maybe 20 minutes before I had to head out. Unfortunately I think that was the wrong move because he then asked if he could come for a walk with me. I’m a genuinely friendly guy and this wasn’t something I could really stop him from doing. I then tried telling him I had about a mile walk and that a lot of it would be over wet, seaweed covered rocks (this was true). He wasn’t deterred and followed me. Even with my wading boots, this walk was difficult. I didn’t slow my pace as he struggled, hoping he would turn back. He kept coming with me and eventually fell hard, soaking himself and most likely bruising much of his back and arms. He got right up and continued with me to where the water line was. At this point I cut across a cove in almost chest deep water, knowing he couldn’t continue.
When I began my trek back to the car a few hours later (around 10:00) I pretty much expected my car to be broken into. As I reached the heavily wooded path I was met by a bright flash light. The guy was there again and met me with “I figured I’d come look for you since you haven’t come back yet.” This meant that this guy was waiting somewhere around his motorcycle for almost 5 hours for me. There are no benches or well lit areas so I don’t know what he was doing.
I was a little freaked out at this point. I’m 6’2” and around 180lbs and this guy was a bit bigger than me. As we walked back on this very secluded path, I casually held my 8wt like a baseball bat ready for the situation to ten less/or too friendly.
When we got back to the parking pull off, he continued to talk my ear off as I packed my stuff and undressed from my waders. He then asked where I said I was heading for the night (we never discussed this). I told him I had about a 30 minute drive home and he asked if he could come. Asked if I had a spare room or a shed or a backyard or anything. I began to panic, not wanting to upset him him by knowing I was lying. I told him I didn’t have anything and I apologized. He didn’t quite believe me and kept pushing. He offered that I could hold on to his license. No chance I was giving in. When I got in my car and began to close the door, he put his hand on it and kept trying to talk. Started asking for my phone number so we could get in touch next time he’s around. I told him I was moving to Texas at the end of summer for a new job (luckily I was wearing my Texas hat). Relentlessly he kept trying to keep a conversation and eventually I just slammed the door and pulled out. He kept talking even with my door and window closed.
The whole situation freaked me out quite a bit and I kept an eye on my rear view mirror the whole drive home.