The 1987 Audubon Nature Yearbook has an account of a mountain man who was kept awake by some badgers squealing and squalling during their mating season. He decided to handle the problem by approaching the badgers’ mating territory with a club. He said:
“Well, I got in one lick before they run me right back down the hill again. Let me tell you, don’t never mess around with a bunch of horny badgers.”
I guess those are words to live by.
I thought you hunted badgers with dachshunds. Doesn’t dachshund mean ‘badger dog’?
I thought it meant ‘sausage dog’. All my dreams are shattered.
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Is the cougar tantamount to a catamount or paramount to a catamount?
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I wouldn’t mind seeing one from inside a car. I’ve read too many accounts of these animals stalking hikers or mountain bike riders to be entirely comfortable being in cougar territory without a weapon.
Bravo Doc, quite right. Excerpts from this site:
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I gotta add that you’d have to be pretty d@mn rash to voluntarily enter a badger’s burrow. This explains the kamikaze temperment of those little wiener dogs.