Were you ever in a boat with two other fishermen and you were the only one catching anything? When you catch the first one, everyone cheers and pat you on the back. The second one gets you a mild "alright". After that, the situation deteriorates rapidly. Soon, no one will speak to you. You try bizarre salt-water lures that are sure to frighten the average lake trout, and they hit it like it's the Special of the Day. Soon, your companions no longer net your fish for you, they grab your line and haul it up, swinging the flopping fish into your lap. You have to get your own beer, even though the guy in the middle is sitting on the cooler. They refer to you as "the Kingfish" or "Mr Hot$hit".

This has happened to me twice.

Mr Hot$hit