Stories of hunting partners that quit

I usually hunt with my brother or a select few individuals. I take a decent amount of people hunting their tags, so if they quit, it's annoying, but I don't really have a huge investment in it. Basically all of my out of state hunts are solo. If I am going to be hunting with someone on a hunt I also have a tag, I have a few rules:

1. We will not be reliant on the same vehicle. I have mine, they have theirs. If they want to leave, goodbye.
2. I am not reliant on gear they bring. I have the gear to self-support.
3. I have a 1 strike policy. If you quit, or some other abhorrent behavior, that is the last time I will hunt with you.

One recent near miss was a coworker and friend that drew a Mtn Goat tag in a wilderness unit here in MT. I am familiar with the unit and its challenges (remote-ness and high G-Unit populations). He asked me multiple times to go with, I refused. He ended up roping in another buddy and his horses. They packed in on a Saturday, supposedly coming out on that next Sunday (8 days). I saw his Teams light up Monday morning. I was stoked cause I thought he killed a goat. They bailed Sunday afternoon, about 30 hr in to the hunt.....
 
I had a Wyoming deer hunt planned for 2022 with a buddy. Before the draw, he decided he couldn't go in 2022, but he could go in 2023.

I delayed the trip a year. 2022 winter happened. Once again, he couldn't go in 2023. I decided to go solo. Great hiking trip with very few deer seen. I am still mad that I didn't go in 2022.
 
I will start off by saying I don't hold this against my buddy at all, as my wife pretty much talked him into going on an elk hunt with me so I wouldn't be solo. He started out bright eyed and bushy tailed saying he was in for the entire hunt through Friday. After a couple days he said he might have to leave on Wednesday for work stuff. On Monday morning he told me if I shot something down in this hell hole, I was on my own. We listened to Monday Night Football in his car that evening and he overserved himself wine. I woke up in the morning to see a burgundy stain in the snow from projectile vomit out his car window. He left Tuesday morning and felt so crappy he had to stay in a hotel before he could drive the rest of the way home.
Nowadays, If I can't find someone who loves hunting as much as me, I would rather just go by myself.
 
This happened to me as well. My favorite cousin wanted to go on an elk hunt with us and then left shortly after sleeping a few nights on the ground. He got ubered to the nearest airport and flew home.

Great guy, just not a hard core hunter.
 
Damn I find it hard enough as is to find someone to hunt with period.

I probably would have gone with my buddy sheep hunting this year except our daughter was due early Sept and came late Aug

I have some out of shape buddies that want to hunt but our styles of hunting just are too different though one says he's getting in shape but I haven't seen him since he's working in another province.

The only person I can find that will hunt as hard as myself or harder is my buddy that took me sheep hunting last year.

Idk how people find hunting partners these days lol
 
Mentally able and physically able are two completely different things. Being physically in shape doesn’t prepare most guys for the mental solitude and ability to push through the uncomfortable suck of a lot of western hunts for more than a few days.

Choose your partners wisely if you can’t go solo…and if possible, drive separate rigs.
 
I quit on a friend on my first guided hunt about 10 years ago. I'm not much for roughing it, prefer a nice bed and a real good quality meal. Quasi-Expensive taste, if you will.

We did a 5 day spring turkey hunt in south Texas. There were a group of guys going, I didn't really know them well except one that invited me to join in. It wasn't cheap, I had no idea what to expect as it was my first major hunt trip. I had researched the website of the outfitter where we were staying, and it looked great, nice cabin with game room, jacuzzi, pretty decent place overall. In my mind it would be a "luxury resort" with days filled in the field hunting. The group got assigned to one lodge, and two of us went to another lodge. I rented a truck to drive us out there (3 hours) and when we pulled up to the address given my buddy said "Geez I sure hope this isn't it". It was a double wide trailer that looked like a meth making operation. The guide was waiting for us, we were at the right place, which turned out to be the alternate site as the main lodge was full. Great! My buddy remarked he'd stayed in worse, and that the quality of the hunt was the important metric. Since we already paid we were committed.

The first morning I shot my first turkey. The hunt was off to a good start. The ranch was beautiful. The guide was a good guy and knowledgeable. Day 1 went well. The provided meals were passable at best; I've had better food at a budget motel "buffet". Day 2 started off good, had a great hunt in the AM again and something with the provided lunch didn't set well with me. We went back out in the field and I was in major pain mid afternoon. Just sat out there and prayed for the time to pass so we could go back for the evening. I collapsed in the bed and by the time the next morning came I was confident a hospital visit was in the cards. My buddy went back out to hunt (I encouraged this) and I had no medicine, a throbbing head and quivering stomach and had to get something so I got in the truck and started driving. A couple hours later I was on the outskirts of Houston at an urgent care clinic where they diagnosed me with food poisoning and fever/chills. I ended up checking in a hotel nearby and called my buddy and gave him the news - said I'd come back out the next day to resume the hunt. Ended up feeling much better that evening, and drove back out the next day. My buddy hit his limit and I still had one to get, he urged me to get back out there and fill the tag but I declined, told him I couldn't spend another night at that dump eating that slop, and we ended up back in town where I paid for hotel rooms for both of us that last night and we flew out the next day.

The guys never held it against me and we did a few hunts since then, all well and very nice as expected. I always felt bad about leaving my buddy that day.
 
I usually hunt with my brother or a select few individuals. I take a decent amount of people hunting their tags, so if they quit, it's annoying, but I don't really have a huge investment in it. Basically all of my out of state hunts are solo. If I am going to be hunting with someone on a hunt I also have a tag, I have a few rules:

1. We will not be reliant on the same vehicle. I have mine, they have theirs. If they want to leave, goodbye.
2. I am not reliant on gear they bring. I have the gear to self-support.
3. I have a 1 strike policy. If you quit, or some other abhorrent behavior, that is the last time I will hunt with you.

One recent near miss was a coworker and friend that drew a Mtn Goat tag in a wilderness unit here in MT. I am familiar with the unit and its challenges (remote-ness and high G-Unit populations). He asked me multiple times to go with, I refused. He ended up roping in another buddy and his horses. They packed in on a Saturday, supposedly coming out on that next Sunday (8 days). I saw his Teams light up Monday morning. I was stoked cause I thought he killed a goat. They bailed Sunday afternoon, about 30 hr in to the hunt.....
Why did they bail, especially with horses?
 
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