XBT
04-14-2005, 01:06 PM
Gunload Master’s and swheeler’s discussion about a badger on another thread reminds me of my own experience with badgers.
I have two golden retrievers that I often take walking near my rural home. One day while my wife and I were walking the dogs they ran across a badger. Those of you who know badgers know they seldom refuse a fight, and this one was no exception. I didn’t want to hurt him so I dove into the fight and grabbed each dog by the collar.
I twisted the collars some to get the dogs attention, and then dragged them off the badger. That ungrateful varmint, thinking he had whipped the dogs, decided to whip me too, and went to chewing on my leg.
Picture this, if you will. A gray-haired old man, with a slung mauser bouncing on his shoulder, a mad dog in each hand, dancing around on one leg, while a very mad badger is clamped onto the other leg.
All the while my wife, at a safe distance of course, is shouting, “do something, DO SOMETHING!!!â€
Well I “did somethingâ€, but it wasn’t quick or pretty. It took three shots and I was very happy that I missed both the dogs and my foot which was still in the badger’s mouth at the time.
We were all losers in this deal. The dogs lost some hide and hair, I lost a perfectly good pair of trousers, and the poor badger lost most of all.
The worst part is, now the dogs think fighting badgers is great sport, and have done so several more times.
As for me, I now mostly carry a revolver on my walks; I find it works better than a rifle at ranges of less than one foot. I also try to start shooting BEFORE the badger grabs my leg.
Be carefull of badgers... Jim
I have two golden retrievers that I often take walking near my rural home. One day while my wife and I were walking the dogs they ran across a badger. Those of you who know badgers know they seldom refuse a fight, and this one was no exception. I didn’t want to hurt him so I dove into the fight and grabbed each dog by the collar.
I twisted the collars some to get the dogs attention, and then dragged them off the badger. That ungrateful varmint, thinking he had whipped the dogs, decided to whip me too, and went to chewing on my leg.
Picture this, if you will. A gray-haired old man, with a slung mauser bouncing on his shoulder, a mad dog in each hand, dancing around on one leg, while a very mad badger is clamped onto the other leg.
All the while my wife, at a safe distance of course, is shouting, “do something, DO SOMETHING!!!â€
Well I “did somethingâ€, but it wasn’t quick or pretty. It took three shots and I was very happy that I missed both the dogs and my foot which was still in the badger’s mouth at the time.
We were all losers in this deal. The dogs lost some hide and hair, I lost a perfectly good pair of trousers, and the poor badger lost most of all.
The worst part is, now the dogs think fighting badgers is great sport, and have done so several more times.
As for me, I now mostly carry a revolver on my walks; I find it works better than a rifle at ranges of less than one foot. I also try to start shooting BEFORE the badger grabs my leg.
Be carefull of badgers... Jim