Post by: Head-shot on March 03, 2008, 07:06:18 PM
Post by: boneaddict on March 03, 2008, 07:07:49 PM
I ran into a badger last year while shed hunting. I had a 5 point elk antler in my hand and had him in the open. I was going to take him. Then I remembered the video tape of the badger kicking a grizzlys ass and thought better of it. His fur was starting to shed anyway at closer observation. He walked within 10 feet. Sometimes I wish you could rewind life as that would have been interesting to see how that would have turned out. I think he would havve handed me my sack back without the testes.
Post by: boneaddict on March 03, 2008, 07:09:40 PM
Post by: saylean on March 03, 2008, 07:49:06 PM
Not far from that spot the year before we found a dead deer that had been dragged down a hill and partially buried...
Post by: Head-shot on March 03, 2008, 07:59:30 PM
I had been out all day and was walking back to my buddies truck with my rifle on my shoulder holding it by the barrel I was pretty tired.
As I'm walking up to this small pond I see a medium size badger digging and rooting around on the opposite side as me. I think, cool I've always wanted to get one might as well take this one. So I shoot, and miss, I'm only about 25 feet from it I think WTF! The badger just looks up at me and goes back to digging. I take aim at its head again pull the trigger and miss, it finally dawns on me my rifle is sighted at 225yds (told you I was pretty tired) aim lower. So I want to get a good steady rest so I lay down and put the gun on my pack. I put the crosshairs on it waiting for it to turn around. It won't, so I throw a dirt clod at it. The clod lands about 6 inches behind it and the clod breaks apart and hits it in the ass. Now it's pissed! It spins starts that growling and grunting *censored* they do and makes a couple of false charges as it's look for me. I think to myself if I miss this time I better get the hell out of here before it rips me a new ass. Crosshairs are between it's front feet and it's found me and looking right at me snarling.
I pull the trigger, see a flash... no not muzzle flash; the flash of being cracked across the bridge of the nose with the scope!
Now my eyes are watering so hard I can't see anything, I'm wiping them as fast as I can and looking through blurry watery eyes for some grey little blur to come in fast and start eating my ankles. In a panic I'm spinning back and forth looking at each side of this little pond hoping not to see the badger running to me. Finally one of my eyes stops watering enough for me see the thing with it's head between it's back legs. I keep my good eye on it and wait until the other dries up and trow a couple more dirt clods at it and it doesn't move. I hit it right between the eyes on the stripe. I take it back with me to the truck and my buddy gets out, looks at the badger then at me and says "Jesus suffering Christ! What the hell happened to you? Did you give up shooting and just fight him on his own terms?" There was a little blood and lots of dirt and mud smeared all over my face from the tears and one very nice scope hickey. He said he watched the entire event through his binocs and was wondering what all the hopping around was for.
I had a nice little trophy and a new nickname; for the next couple days at work I was known as "Crescent".
Post by: actionshooter on March 03, 2008, 08:15:51 PM
as copied from the coyote thread...I am still wondering and chuckling about whether I could have takin him. :chuckle:
I ran into a badger last year while shed hunting. Ias copied from the coyote thread...I am still wondering and chuckling about whether I could have takin him. :chuckle:
I ran into a badger last year while shed hunting. I had a 5 point elk antler in my hand and had him in the open. I was going to take him.
Sorry Bone, My money would have been on the little guy :chuckle:
Post by: AWS on March 03, 2008, 08:54:32 PM
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Post by: kbyers on March 03, 2008, 09:32:26 PM
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Post by: Skyvalhunter on March 04, 2008, 06:23:18 AM
Post by: Head-shot on March 09, 2008, 12:55:43 AM
Well the two Rottweilers I had went out into the garage to inspect what I was doing. They had been in and out of there all night as I was skinning so I never gave them much thought. When they went into the garage the last time all hell broke loose. :violent1: They had been sniffing the hide and when they looked on top of the bench they saw a skinned badger looking at them showing teeth. Bad deal for the badger, there were little gobbits of meat and guts all over the garage floor and in the process of kicking the badgers ass they had knocked the hide off the bench top and onto the floor. I come running out yelling at the top of my lungs "What the F$#@ is going on" completely expecting to see two 140lbs Rotts fighting, :boxin: instead I see them face to face with what's left of the badger doing a tug of war....You guessed it snap... they ripped it in half. When one of them stepped back he stepped on the hide. Feeling that on his foot made him spin around and see what it was, the other saw it and the both of them proceeded to kick the *censored* out of my fresh badger hide. They absolutely went to "Freak Mountain" on the thing, turn it into fur confetti. I shouted out their "OFF" command and they stopped and came over and sat down, one on each side of me, wagging that nub of a tail, all happy and proud that they protected the Boss. :brew: I scanned the floor looking for something salvageable from the badger. I couldn't find the head. I looked under the car, the bench everywhere on the floor and nothing. I walked across the garage to turn off the radio and there it was on top of my tool chest. Teeth all chipped to hell, full of holes, and damn near flat. I; much like the skull, was crushed. :ACRY: I left the carnage of the garage and went back into the house and told the wife the bill were all getting paid on time that month. :dunno: