Me and two of my buddies were hunting west of Rocky. One of my buddies was a bit of a loner and somewhat "strange". He went one direction and the other buddy and I went the other direction saying we would meet back at the truck for lunch.
Well just before getting back to the truck I had a wicked nose bleed. Gushing like I had been shot. So across the road I go leaving a pretty good blood trail on some deer tracks. We put a couple shots in to the dirt and waited for buddy to come back for lunch.
He had heard the shots and wondered what we got. Told him it was a monster mulie and that the blood trail was just up the road a few yards. He got all excited and started to brag about his tracking skills. So we loaded up and let him lead us. Hell he was "tracking" for about 1/2 hour until we couldn't hold it in any longer. He was a little ****ed at us. And to think about it that was the last time I hunted with him.
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