When I lived in SD I had a buddy who was real big into waterfowl and pheasant hunting. We hunted together all the time and got along fine. We started applying for an elk license in the Black Hills - took us 10 years but we finally drew a tag. Well, in that 10 years he had gained over 50 pounds. I kept telling him he better start getting in shape. He started about a week before the season started. He didn't have much equipment so I furnished him a rifle and sleeping bag, plus I had all the camping equipment. The day before we were to leave he told me he couldn't leave at the time I wanted to so he would drive out separate. Well, I got to the campground, set up the tent, his cot, rolled out his sleeping bag, gathered wood, then he showed up. Most of our hunting for the next week consisted of him giving me a ride to the top of a ridge, I would hunt the ridge down to the road, and he would pick me up on the bottom. All of a sudden one morning he got up and said - I'm going home, and you're probably going to need to wash your sleeping bag because I have a rash on my feet and I think he got from the bag. (couldn't be from his 1000 gr goretex boots in 75 degree weather) Loaded up "his" stuff and left. So when I left a few days later I had to take the entire camp down, including rolling up the funky sleeping bag and cot he slept in. Funny part of this whole story is my thoughts were - I guess he's just not a big game hunter - oh well. He has not spoken to me since - HE'S MAD AT ME!!! Fast forward a few years - I retired from the military and my wife got a job offer in Wyoming. I thought - that's great! A good friend of mine lives in Wyoming and we used to hunt together all the time. Well, I've been here four years and my buddy got into a business venture that just doesn't give him any time to hunt, and I found out that the town we live in is very hard to meet people, especially hunters. (most everyone I talk to, as soon as I say I like to hunt big game, they zip their lip and change the subject). I'm at the age where I really don't feel safe heading out across the mountains alone, so here I am, living in hunting paradise with nowhere to go and no one to go with.