When did you know a hunting partner wasn’t going to last? I’ll go first…

Lifelong hunting partner since I was 9, taught me the basics of hunting and instilled in me an appreciation and desire for the outdoors. The kind of partner you feel comfortable telling anything to.

When I was 24 his dad died and I was in a position to move in with the widow and help take care of the place. No less than 3 separate times I was verbally assured this would ensure the 250 acre Ohio farm stayed in the family and “I would be taken care of.”

I move to Montana at the age of 27. A year later the widow dies, hunting partner gets the farm with his brother as discussed and planned. Within a year he’s complaining of all the maintenance with mowing - dudes retired so it was hard for me to understand as I’m working 40+ hours a week how him mowing 5 hours a week for 5 months is such a chore, but whatever. I suggest no less than 3 distinct ways to mitigate it - renting, leasing, or just hiring. None of which he pursues.

Fast forward to when I’m 34ish. Find out he is giving everything to his wife when he dies - not what was discussed. I confront him over the phone and again in person when I visit and he provides zero explanation and claims to not recall any of our conversations from when I lived with widow and the verbal promises made. He stops calling me, we lose touch.

2 years later I’m 36ish he files lawsuit against his brother to force the sale of the farm. Farm gets parceled up into 9 pieces auctioned off for the tune of $2.5M with another 10% on top to the auctioneer.

Now for the kick to the nuts - that hunting partner is my dad and that was our family farm for over 200 years 😔. I told my wife I could walk in to her screwing another man on our bed and would feel less betrayed. Haven’t spoke to him in 4 years and likely never will.

He not only screwed over my uncle, my two cousins and myself but also his two other siblings and their children (literally his entire living family and IMO his dead parents - my grandparents) as my grandma redid the will when I was living there to ensure just my dad and uncle got the farm to “keep it in the family” because the other two “just want money.” All 4 siblings got $50k cash when grandma died but then my dad and uncle also got the farm account with like $60k and ultimately ended up with over $1M each when it was all ultimately sold not even a decade later. Crazy and sad to me the auctioneer ended up with more inheritance than my aunt and other uncle.

Lesson learned. Never trust anyone with an alcohol problem, which they both had. Sure makes me appreciate public lands though!

There is a lot more to the story and a lot more history there with my dad cheating on my mom, divorce, and losing a piece of the farm my grandpa gave him and his mistress during that marriage which he then lost in their divorce but then he remarried her.

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Whooo, this thread takes some weight off my shoulders. I always feel like a terrible hunting partner because I'm too chatty in the field and don't really like to sit and glass for long periods of time. Whoever it was who was telling the story about the guy trying to snake the lease out from underneath his feet - I mean that is just heartlessly cold blooded.

There's a guy I take hunting every year who complains endlessly about the walking and the cold temperatures. Same complaints every time, hasn't shot a deer in years, and hasn't once helped me haul an animal out. However he is my dad so I'm kind of stuck.
 
First time I offered to take him with me to a public land spot. Said HE couldn't make it but could he send his friend?

CLICK. Deleted his number. Never spoke another word to him that was ten years ago. I'll NEVER try to help anyone ever again crying about they don't have any where to hunt. NEVER.
 
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When I was a kid (maybe 14-15), my normal hunting partner who could drive invited his friend who said he had a good place to hunt. We arrived before daylight and hunted squirrels a few hours. When two of us came out a wildlife officer was there. He told us there was no hunting on that land even though it was unmarked and owned by the state. He just warned us not to come back to that place. Of course, we were happy.

A bit after, my partners friend came out. He apparently knew we weren't allowed to hunt there, but he didn't care about laws. He also didn't have a hunting license. Needless to say ... no more trips with us with that guy. Apparently, he never bought a license and just paid the fine when he was occasionally caught.

Btw, it wasn't even a good place to hunt. There weren't any squirrels that we saw. :D
 
When I found out that the guys kept their safeties off because it took too long to click the safety off when pulling up to shoot.

Or the time the guy gut shoots a yearling as I'm yelling don't shoot it's one of the twins multiple times. Then watches it run across the field while the guts fall out and he never went to recover it.
 
In 2010 I won an all expenses paid fishing trip for 2 to Alaska. Air fare, rental truck, lodging, everything but food. I asked a buddy if he wanted to go. Of course he jumped on it. He never offered up for meals or any gratuities. He also never offered up a thanks for taking him.
“A buddy”…not after that trip I imagine
 
Had a friend from college that asked and asked and asked to hunt with me, so I invited him on a scouting trip - set to leave at 4:00 a.m. from the house.

He never showed up, never answered a text, and I’ve never spoken to him again.

That was easy.
I hunted with a guy when I lived in Nevada for awhile. When he said what time to leave, he meant it. Not one second less. mtmuley
 
Lifelong hunting partner since I was 9, taught me the basics of hunting and instilled in me an appreciation and desire for the outdoors. The kind of partner you feel comfortable telling anything to.

When I was 24 his dad died and I was in a position to move in with the widow and help take care of the place. No less than 3 separate times I was verbally assured this would ensure the 250 acre Ohio farm stayed in the family and “I would be taken care of.”

I move to Montana at the age of 27. A year later the widow dies, hunting partner gets the farm with his brother as discussed and planned. Within a year he’s complaining of all the maintenance with mowing - dudes retired so it was hard for me to understand as I’m working 40+ hours a week how him mowing 5 hours a week for 5 months is such a chore, but whatever. I suggest no less than 3 distinct ways to mitigate it - renting, leasing, or just hiring. None of which he pursues.

Fast forward to when I’m 34ish. Find out he is giving everything to his wife when he dies - not what was discussed. I confront him over the phone and again in person when I visit and he provides zero explanation and claims to not recall any of our conversations from when I lived with widow and the verbal promises made. He stops calling me, we lose touch.

2 years later I’m 36ish he files lawsuit against his brother to force the sale of the farm. Farm gets parceled up into 9 pieces auctioned off for the tune of $2.5M with another 10% on top to the auctioneer.

Now for the kick to the nuts - that hunting partner is my dad and that was our family farm for over 200 years 😔. I told my wife I could walk in to her screwing another man on our bed and would feel less betrayed. Haven’t spoke to him in 4 years and likely never will.

He not only screwed over my uncle, my two cousins and myself but also his two other siblings and their children (literally his entire living family and IMO his dead parents - my grandparents) as my grandma redid the will when I was living there to ensure just my dad and uncle got the farm to “keep it in the family” because the other two “just want money.” All 4 siblings got $50k cash when grandma died but then my dad and uncle also got the farm account with like $60k and ultimately ended up with over $1M each when it was all ultimately sold not even a decade later. Crazy and sad to me the auctioneer ended up with more inheritance than my aunt and other uncle.

Lesson learned. Never trust anyone with an alcohol problem, which they both had. Sure makes me appreciate public lands though!

There is a lot more to the story and a lot more history there with my dad cheating on my mom, divorce, and losing a piece of the farm my grandpa gave him and his mistress during that marriage which he then lost in their divorce but then he remarried her.

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Man, God bless you. That’s all I can say.
 
My wife and I had a talk recently. She wondered why I hunted alone so much, and why I didn’t hunt more with a certain friend and his kids. I teach all day. I have little desire to teach and be patient in the field. I know that sounds terrible and I have a ton to learn myself.
 
My wife and I had a talk recently. She wondered why I hunted alone so much, and why I didn’t hunt more with a certain friend and his kids. I teach all day. I have little desire to teach and be patient in the field. I know that sounds terrible and I have a ton to learn myself.
I find that my lack of confidence in my own abilities hinders me wanting to hunt with others typically. There are some though where I am comfortable with.
I also am different in my hunting style, mostly out of lack of resources. One childhood friend couldn't believe I would paddle miles down rivers and creeks to hunt ducks because he had the money to purchase nice boats. Great friend and like hunting with him but it has to be more of an easier, "gentlemen's" type hunt.
 
Not me dumping a partner but somewhat related. Went to high school with a guy and we did almost everything together. My dad even brought him along for my Canadian fly-in fishing trip for my graduation gift. Deer, dove, squirrel, coons, fishing. We did it. I had access to deer hunt behind his house for years and always put meat in the freezer. A few years back about 3 weeks before bow season starts he SENDS ME A TEXT that he was letting his son-in-law have my spot and I was out. Ate my 3 gun tags and haven't deer hunted since. I've had a couple offers for a place to go but don't feel comfortable sliding in along with the regulars. We haven't spoken since.
 
Buddy. Had a guy I was suppose to take to the hunting camp. He told me he was late because of a fight with his wife. He finally left and got down to camp at 11pm. I showed him in and got him settled, mind you first time ever here. I wake up at 3am to screaming. Thinking he was on the phone, then I hear a women’s voice. So I poke my head out and his wife is standing in the cabin yelling at him. Then I realize….he has another girl on the couch also getting yelled at. IN MY CABIN!
 
Not me dumping a partner but somewhat related. Went to high school with a guy and we did almost everything together. My dad even brought him along for my Canadian fly-in fishing trip for my graduation gift. Deer, dove, squirrel, coons, fishing. We did it. I had access to deer hunt behind his house for years and always put meat in the freezer. A few years back about 3 weeks before bow season starts he SENDS ME A TEXT that he was letting his son-in-law have my spot and I was out. Ate my 3 gun tags and haven't deer hunted since. I've had a couple offers for a place to go but don't feel comfortable sliding in along with the regulars. We haven't spoken since.

I had similar happen this year. I’ve hunted the same “family” spot for over a decade. I always treated it as a blessing. I always offered to work, and have shot a pile of coyotes. It’s made a difference.

I texted very early as usual to set plans. I was left hanging for a while. I texted again. I eventually got a response that closer “family” was taking the spot this year…

I had to swallow hard. I prayed. A chance to try something new I guess. I had the place figured out. Maybe I got lazy. I’ve killed a decent buck every year for years. Maybe God is teaching me a lesson?
 

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