Oh man Troy, that reminds me of my one and only badger incident.<P>Back in the mid 80's I used to love to go mountain bike riding at night during the full moon. Got to see quite a parade of critters out on these rides. One night, there I was, just riding along (all good bike riding stories begin with "I was just riding along...") when I see this low form moving along the fire road in front of me. Well I keep on going, and sure enough, about the time I get 10-15 feet away from it, I recognize it in the moonlight as a badger. So, being as how it is the first badger I've ever seen in the flesh, and also as I wasn't really badger savvy, I stopped the bike, and said "Hey there Mr Badger !". Apparently this is not the proper form of address for badgers, as I swear this thing made a noise that can only be described as "snorfling" at me, and charged. Well there I was, holding up the bicycle, sort of like a matador, and yet sort of orbiting around the bike at the same time. Anything to keep the bike between me and this crazed snorfling badger...<P>Well, I guess badgers aren't big on endurance, or this one was just having some fun, because after a couple of laps around the bike, he must have figured I was more trouble than it was worth, and he did that sort of low slung trot down the road a few more yards and disappeared off to the side.<P>Never saw it again, but always wondered just what it was I said that ticked it off so much...<P>Scott