bwhahaha! man that is great.
Over my years of guiding/outfitting I saw this dozens of times. Decade long friendships go up in flames. Wild.
One time I packed out a guy who had killed a bull... when I got to the qtrs and head (they were about a mile from camp) he was there with all his gear and bedroll. I thought.... hmm odd. then he explained he wanted to head down the mountain with the bull. Something about his back hurting and wanting to take care of meat. No prob.
His buddies called the next day frantic on a sat phone to tell me that their buddy was lost in the wilderness and probably dead.
Turns out he was already half way home and never told them