For years 3-4 of us have hunted together and over the years one guy moved states another got Parkinson's so it was down to two of as of 2 years ago. We had always met at my house then headed out on a Saturday to set up the wall tent, cut wood, etc. It was always a group effort of grocery shopping, making meals, planning and so on. Over the years one in our group never really pulled his weight but I never let it get to me that much. He was always too busy to help get groceries, never wanted to drive his own pickup, or bring extra supplies. Anyhow, he was the one left to hunt with me. Two years ago he shows up Sunday night after I got camp ready, shoots a buck Monday morning and that evening when I get back to camp he tells me he's taking off the next morning since he killed his buck. I was pissed but said, "whatever you gotta do." That was the last time I spoke to him.