While out horn hunting I had a run in with a badger with an attitude problem. I at first could not tell what was moving in the grass at my feet, then it turned and raised its head. I did not have a gun with me, but my buddy who was about 100 yards away had his little .380 Beretta pocket pistol. I yelled for him to hurry over as all I had between myself and a badger was my hiking pole. I managed to get the gun from my buddy and connect on my 3rd shot from about 25 feet.
. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman
Francis Parkman
Monday, April 6, 2009
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I would like to ask some questions about hiking the Selway Crags.
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Your story brought back badger encounters Gary had when we lived on a small farm in Vale OR. He had several run ins with the fiesty little rascals when he was out irrigating the fields. We had a plump old yellow lab who was so sweet and mellow... but she turned into a ferocious terror when she saw a badger! She would keep the badger busy fending her off so Gary could come in from behind and stike a killing blow with his irrigating shovel.
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