bowmanh,
In 1995 I was hunting mule deer in the Missouri Breaks with a couple friends. Was driving along a two-rut dirt road, per usual with telephoto lens camera on the pickup's seat beside me, when a big badger popped up behind a sagebrush maybe 20 yards away. When I stopped the pickup to take a photo the badger started loping off, so I jumped out and ran after it. Was in good shape and a pretty fast runner, even in hunting boots, so jumped out and started chasing the badger, hoping to make it turn and snarl at me.
The ground was mostly open but slightly uphill. I chased that damn badger, at one point getting within 15-20 feet, but it never did stop, just kept running. Eventually I started running out of gas and he started pulling away, so I stopped and watched as he disappeared in the sage.
Apparently badgers differ in attitude, just like humans!
