Stories of hunting partners that quit

This makes me want to pat my hunting buddy on the back and thank him. We have been on many trips together. From the North Slope death march, several back country WY hunts and couple New Mexico hunts. He has never quit me. We both hunt till the last minute or all tags are filled. It can all come together when things aren't going well if you just push a little harder.
 
Other than my brother I've never really had a good hunting buddy. And I'm no longer looking for one.

I kind of like going alone. It's the only time all year no one is talking my ear off.
 
When I was younger, I often hunted alone. As I have gotten older (I'll be 84 next month), I don't do it as much. Last time was an antelope hunt 5 years ago. Too many things can happen. But I still like sitting by a fire alone, quietly in my thoughts sipping a little single malt. Good for the soul.
 
One of my best buddies and I took a guy whitetail hunting in Missouri one year. He nearly begged us to take him. I showed him one of my spots to sit and instructed him to sit as long as he could. The second morning he kills a doe. I had to take off for another hunt so My buddy nearly processed the entire animal for him. They got it cut up and wrapped and frozen and for his effort the guy gave him one pack of steaks. We later come to find out his wife (a real bee-otch) threw all the meat away with the trash one day. He never even asked us to hunt again and I don't think he ever did.
 
Other than my brother I've never really had a good hunting buddy. And I'm no longer looking for one.

I kind of like going alone. It's the only time all year no one is talking my ear off.
you're pretty lucky with that. My brother and i grew up hunting a few times a year with Dad. Dad worked a lot and didnt want to dedicate much time to hunting but we would go if we draw a party tag together and at least one bird hunting trip a year for a while.

I ask my little brother to go all the time and usually end up with an excuse to not go. There was one time he committed to going, set a meeting time for the gas station and we would be off. I was there early, got gas snacks and ice, had a buddy with me too. Called and texted me brother as our meeting time passed by. no answer and no text back and i finally told my buddy screw it lets go. hours later i get a text from my brother telling me he was sorry and his alarm didnt go off. later that night i noticed his girlfriend posted pictures of a party they had that night and he was up late and drunk so he didnt want to go anymore.

He always is wanting to quit and call the hunt early. my favorite is when we walked literally 1 mile to a spring and have him tell me hes hungry and wants to go home.

I wish i had my hunting partner as my brother but he is not one that i want to take often. You're one of the lucky ones along with the OP. I've yet to find the guy who is willing to do it the way i do and stick around until we are done.
 
You guys got in to camp on the 27th and the season didn't even start until the 5th? You were there almost ten days before you could even pull a trigger?
 
I've had a couple guys quite on me. A really good friend of mine that id known since a sophomore in high school. He wanted to get started backpack hunting so I said great as at the time I had no hunting partners to speak of, it had probably been 5 years or so since my dad could go and he was really the only solid partner I've ever had.

Anyways he gets to my house and a pretty crazy cold front had moved in the night before we're expecting to leave ,like -15 without the windchill. But he seems ok with it and I assure him we'll be fine, won't die, etc, and the elk hunting should be fantastic.

First night after we get to camp spot we spot a nice 6 point bull but not enough time to get to him before dark so we plan for my friend to get on him in the morning as I only have a deer tag, elk tag was already filled. We barely get back to camp and he starts whining and complaining about the cold. I figured he'd be fine get a fire and a hot meal and life is good. Lasted til about 3 in the morning when I hear him crawling out of his tent muttering something about this crazy ahole is gonna get me killed....lol so I get up ask if he's alright, nope he's going home right now or he's going to freeze to death . I helped him pack his shit right quick and he took off down the trail while it was still dark. Haven't been hunting with him since not even for a day trip.

Then my nephew bailed on me a couple years ago on an AK moose hunt but thankfully it was far enough in advance that I planned for it to be a solo affair. We haven't spoken since let alone hunted together anymore.

I find it's just so much easier and no drama to just hunt solo so that's what I do now
 
I had one quit by hitting the SOS button and getting a heli ride out after a stalk he got dehydrated on…. Also didn’t tell me so I spent 6 hrs looking for him before I got notified. Found his pack and quiver, legit thought I was searching for a body at that point. Good times!
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