Those of you who know me know that my family and I live on a small ranch in Northern California. As a result of that we see wildlife throughout the ranch as a daily occurrence. Raccoons, possums, skunks, deer and foxes are normal sightings, but usually away from the building and roads.
Occasionally we will have a stray varmint get treed by the dogs, or caught in the shed (See Possum Huntin’ story for a refresher). In fact while walking on the hill behind the buildings last week my father’s dogs bayed up a badger, which he dispatched with a .22 mag.
Now I was visiting my grandfather Monday night, when he said to me “How about that badger?” So I replied that dad had got a badger last week.
“No, No, I mean the one Natalie got today.”…
At this point I began wondering if my grandfather was getting senile. After all he IS 89 years old. But then my uncle confirmed the fact that there was a badger that my wife killed on that day earlier, while I was at work.
When I got home that evening, the family was all eating dinner. I had to PRY the story out of my wife, and beg, connive and finally harass her to go out and show me the invader. So after this long introduction, here is the story….
At about 4:30 in the afternoon, my wife received a call from my mother that there was a critter out on her front lawn. When my wife went out to look, she informed my mother that it was actually a badger. My mother was shocked that a badger was out on HER lawn especially in the daylight. She asked my wife if she should call my uncle to come dispatch it. Now my wife, (my purty little wife, just as sweet as she could be) laughed and said, “Nope, I’ll take care of it.”, and headed down to our house.
Meanwhile, the pointers are barking, and baying, and hurling themselves on the other side of a chain link fence. The badger then moved into my grandfather’s yard where my wife’s “good cat”, Jasmine (of possum hunting fame) caught sight of the intruder.
When my wife got back with a Remington 20 gauge pump, she said the cat had the badger cornered against my grandfathers front steps. Despite all her best efforts, she could not get the cat to back off from the badger. After a few minutes of trying to get a clear shooting lane, my mother finally threw a rock, to get the cat out of the way. Then my wife dispatched the confused varmint with one shot.
Now normally we would leave a badger alone. They eat gophers, and don’t bother anything. But a badger wandering around in the daylight raises concerns about Rabies. Especially when it is that close to houses, dogs, cats, and children. Also given their aggressive temperament, we don’t want them to become habituated to being around people.
I was able to snap a picture of my wife with the badger after she showed me where the Showdown occurred. I was, however, unable to get a picture of the cat. When I saw it later that night, it was still stalking around with its head on a swivel looking for that badger.
