Something like that happened to me several years ago. Except I recognized the name of the guy in the article in Primitive Archer. It was an uncle of mine that I had met once when I was three (he scared the heck outa me) and once again when I was 18 (I think, I dunno...he's one of 18 kids along with my mother).
We talk on the phone once in a while, got tons of things in common!
Hey Uncle Myron, hope to see you at the family reunion this summer!!!