So I channeled my inner Flytech today...even if he is a facist!.

Seriously, your original post to start this thread came to mind today.
I was spincasting for coho today. The older gentleman on my right was casting something...Looked to be a very large spoon/small flasher trailed by a piece of wool on a hook. The young teen on my right was casting a small buzzbomb, but on his retrieve was just cranking it through the water.
I was tempted to be a little smug and just carry on in my "superior knowledge and experience", but a little niggling voice in me was prodding me to be generous and gracious.
So I gave the older gentleman (Mo, was his name) a Croc and gave another to the father of the teen, and then talked with the dad and mom for a while.
Good luck guys!