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