Ross is a very kind sole that walks away in the darkness and all I see is his fading headlamp. We then soon meet up (4 hrs later) on top of the mountain for lunch and just in time for me to help pack his bull off the mountain. Any takers?
Funny, that is classic. That reminds me of someone from my younger days. This person would take me fishing, leaving at 4 AM.
Then as soon as we arrived around dawn, he would jump out with two poles all ready to go and fish out most of the nearby good holes while I was still getting my gear set up.
He would then watch me flounder around not catching anything while he sat and enjoyed a beer sitting next to a pile of steelhead that he already caught.