A couple of weeks ago, at 3:00 in the morning, heading from the marina's bathroom back to the boat, there was a fisherman I didn't recognize coming out of the parking lot looking like a porcupine, juggling rods & reels, dock line and a cooler. Seemed propitious that I was there as the security gate is spring loaded, requires a pass card, and is a bit to handle even when your hands are free. So I hold the gate for him and corral the splayed rods together so he could get through. Once inside, seemingly in a state of shock from our meeting in the dark of the morning, he was effusive in thanking me as he was wondering how he was ever going to get all his stuff through the gate.