By Slim Randles
My first wife came from a ranching family 'way back up in the hills of California and had a cousin, Ted, who was a hounddog man.
I talked my way into hunting with him, of course.
All went well until we were on the way home and a badger ran across the road and dove into a large culvert pipe.
"Oh wow!" said Ted, "Let's get him! column
He released most of the hounds and they plugged the culvert pipe at both ends with bawling insults. In the dead center of the pipe was a snarling badger.