Howdy friends, I've decided it's time to share some hunting stories with you all. Although I have a few success stories that is not what this content will consist of. After talking with a couple of my long time friends we realized we have some pretty entertaining stories to share most of which consist of a comical mishap.
Some are simply funny, some are heartbreaking tales of misses or blown hunts and others are downright bad luck so over the next few days I am going to share one or two stories per day in a series I am naming "hunting mishaps" so...here goes nothing.
A few years ago my good friend Orrin Seidel and I were in Wyoming hunting antelope. It had been a slow hunt with a couple of the guys in camp filling tags and some not seeing any antelope within shooting range. Orrin was one of the lucky ones to fill his tag and decided to sit in the blind with me the day after he had killed his goat.
We sat up on a watering hole that was a dam made from a windmill up the hill from us. The dam was roughly 35 yards across and went uphill on the other side of us. We arrived before light and got setup with plenty of time before sun up. Soon enough the sun rose behind us and we were eagerly waiting to see antelope crest the hill to come into water.
After a couple hours of daylight we had seen nothing and it was a windy chilly Wyoming morning. So windy in fact one of us had to keep weight on the blind to keep it from blowing away. Much to our surprise before long over the hill waddled a big badger on the opposite side of the dam. Since this was the first living thing we had seen all day it was pretty exciting to watch him start making his way around the pond trotting straight for us.
At about 20 yards away we thought this was a pretty cool sight, at about 15 yards away we started to wonder. When he stopped directly in front of our blind at less than ten yards away and started sniffing and digging we began questioning the spot we had placed our blind. As the badger started digging he was intently looking over his shoulder the opposite direction of us, soon enough we saw it, a Boone and Crockett skunk waddle sprinting straight at us. Needless to say that was an interesting but unwelcoming sight.
The skunk went straight up to the badger and got right in its nose. The badger seemed to not be phased at all by said skunk and continued to dig. Next the skunk started lifting its front legs off the ground and slamming them down right by the Badgers head.
Once again the badger couldn't have cared less.
Up until this next point Orrin and I were calm and enjoying this close up show that neither one of us had ever even heard of happening. As far as we knew we were watching the first ever heavy weight bout between a badger and skunk in history.
The next round is where things got really interesting!
As you all may have guessed Pepe lepue decided it was time to bring out the heavy artillery. Slowly he turned his hind end straight toward the badger and slowly backed up until he was about a foot from its face as if to say don't make me do this bud! Once again the badger didn't seem to be intimidated at all...dumb move. Mr. Skunk then unleashed his stank right on the tip of mr. Badgers nose and from there all heck broke loose.
The badger jumped a foot in the air and started pawing at his face whilst we were pinching our noses and gasping for air. Then in a blind sprint the badger turned and ran straight for the blind until we couldn't see him anymore. My first thought was "he is coming straight in here with us...so this is how I die..." In a split second I dove straight out of my chair let out a scream that sounded like a teenage girl at a horror film, almost knocked Orrin over, and flew to the back of the blind, like if I backed up two foot I would be safe.
In the process of my move I happened to shove a broadhead straight through the wall of Orrins brand new blind and sent stuff flying all over the place only to realize the badger turned at the last second and ran off back the way he had come.
The skunk sniffed around a bit turned away and swam across the dam as if to take a victory lap.
After Orrin stopped laughing and cursing me at the same time for the nice new hole through his blind we gathered ourselves and calmed down. In my excitement I said something that to this day I have never lived down. Orrin asked "what do you think that badger was digging for?" In all my knowledge of how mammals operate I answered with "I bet he was digging up the skunks nest to eat its eggs."
Yes, I'm a natural blonde...My friend just stared at me with a look of disbelief waiting for me to say I was joking....by the time he was rolling in laughter I had realized how stupid of an answer that was. Needless to say later that night the entire camps entertainment was at my expense.
So friends the Moral of the story is if you're ever setting up a blind in Wyoming try to avoid setting it to close to a skunks nest!
The Lighter Side of the Arrow