Dont fuck with Honeybadger.

With all that is going on in the world today me and a buddy were talking about what if we are invaded. We said we would hide in hills and fight. We decided we couldn't call ourselves WOLVERINES because everybody would use that. So we decided on HONEY BADGERS. Needless to say there was some drinking involved. I had no idea what a truly fierce animal that was until i did some investigation. So if SHTF we are invaded by china and you hear some one hollar HONEY BADGERS its me.
 
A buddy sent me this picture when he was out at his deer lease last weekend.
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With all that is going on in the world today me and a buddy were talking about what if we are invaded. We said we would hide in hills and fight. We decided we couldn't call ourselves WOLVERINES because everybody would use that. So we decided on HONEY BADGERS. Needless to say there was some drinking involved. I had no idea what a truly fierce animal that was until i did some investigation. So if SHTF we are invaded by china and you hear some one hollar HONEY BADGERS its me.
Oh fuck, it's getting ghey in here...
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I saw a badger one day while hunting here in SE TX. I was in the middle of an open field sitting in a small clump of trees, and this black and white streak came zipping by not 15 feet away. I swear it had a smile on its face, I promise you… 50 feet behind it was two dogs chasing it, running as hard as they could.

300 yards later I lost sight of them as the badger dropped off in the tree line at the creek. A few seconds later the barking dogs began yelping and howling, and were quickly silenced.
I realized then why Mr Badger was smiling as he ran by.
 
Some odd years ago, minding my own business, I was driving a service van down a very remote road in the "wooly boogers" of Arkansas.
(wooly boogers means way the fuck out in the remote wilderness to any back wood ass hick in the Ozarks)

I was driving kinda slow due to the random semi swallowing potholes in the well tended dirt road I was on.
Low and behold I spotted a badger ahead of me in the middle of the road eating *some fucking thing* that could not be identified other than as a bloody rag of fur.
I pulled right up next to the thing looking down at it thru the open drivers window.
I thought damn what a kick ass pet that thing would make....wouldn't be a god fearing soul that would ever come into my back yard and live to tell about it.
So, I reached over a bit and grabbed a 100 foot spool of 10awg stranded wire and made up a snare loop on the end of it.
As I started feeding the snare out the window something in the back of my brain said "hey dumb ass, after you have it on the end of that wire, then what ?".
Can a badger climb 10awg wire....hell if I know.
Can a badger escape the cage that makes up the back of the van and eat me....not a clue.
Luckily wisdom prevailed and I wound the wire back up, said g'bye Mr. Badass, and proceeded to my next service stop.
No idea why I didn't take pics.
The badger could have given less of a fuck about me, was eating the whatever when I pulled up, was eating whatever while I contemplated my own mortality, and was still eating whatever the hell it was when I drove off.
 
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Some odd years ago, minding my own business, I was driving a service van down a very remote road in the "wooly boogers" of Arkansas.
(wooly boogers means way the fuck out in the remote wilderness to any back wood ass hick in the Ozarks)

I was driving kinda slow due to the random semi swallowing potholes in the well tended dirt road I was on.
Low and behold I spotted a badger ahead of me in the middle of the road eating *some fucking thing* that could not be identified other than as a bloody rag of fur.
I pulled right up next to the thing looking down at it thru the open drivers window.
I thought damn what a kick ass pet that thing would make....wouldn't be a god fearing soul that would ever come into my back yard and live to tell about it.
So, I reached over a bit and grabbed a 100 foot spool of 10awg stranded wire and made up a snare loop on the end of it.
As I started feeding the snare out the window something in the back of my brain said "hey dumb ass, after you have it on the end of that wire, then what ?".
Can a badger climb 10awg wire....hell if I know.
Can a badger escape the cage that makes up the back of the van and eat me....not a clue.
Luckily wisdom prevailed and I wound the wire back up, said g'bye Mr. Badass, and proceeded to my next service stop.
No idea why I didn't take pics.
The badger could have given less of a fuck about me, was eating the whatever when I pulled up, was eating whatever while I contemplated my own mortality, and was still eating whatever the hell it was when I drove off.
A memorable moment of insight.
 
With all that is going on in the world today me and a buddy were talking about what if we are invaded. We said we would hide in hills and fight. We decided we couldn't call ourselves WOLVERINES because everybody would use that. So we decided on HONEY BADGERS. Needless to say there was some drinking involved. I had no idea what a truly fierce animal that was until i did some investigation. So if SHTF we are invaded by china and you hear some one hollar HONEY BADGERS its me.
You and every other fuckboi without any creativity....
 
Some odd years ago, minding my own business, I was driving a service van down a very remote road in the "wooly boogers" of Arkansas.
(wooly boogers means way the fuck out in the remote wilderness to any back wood ass hick in the Ozarks)

I was driving kinda slow due to the random semi swallowing potholes in the well tended dirt road I was on.
Low and behold I spotted a badger ahead of me in the middle of the road eating *some fucking thing* that could not be identified other than as a bloody rag of fur.
I pulled right up next to the thing looking down at it thru the open drivers window.
I thought damn what a kick ass pet that thing would make....wouldn't be a god fearing soul that would ever come into my back yard and live to tell about it.
So, I reached over a bit and grabbed a 100 foot spool of 10awg stranded wire and made up a snare loop on the end of it.
As I started feeding the snare out the window something in the back of my brain said "hey dumb ass, after you have it on the end of that wire, then what ?".
Can a badger climb 10awg wire....hell if I know.
Can a badger escape the cage that makes up the back of the van and eat me....not a clue.
Luckily wisdom prevailed and I wound the wire back up, said g'bye Mr. Badass, and proceeded to my next service stop.
No idea why I didn't take pics.
The badger could have given less of a fuck about me, was eating the whatever when I pulled up, was eating whatever while I contemplated my own mortality, and was still eating whatever the hell it was when I drove off.
So that was YOU in the wooly boogers....must have been close to the 16/21 junction :).
 
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I remember a couple movies from when I was young called "the gods must be crazy 1 & 2" In the second one there is a scene with a honey badger that gets a hold of a guys boot and he ends up dragging it across the desert because it wouldn't let go. I don't know if the movies hold up to time but it was hilarious then.

Of course the internet has it. Still decently funny in a dry British humor kind of way.
 
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I remember a couple movies from when I was young called "the gods must be crazy 1 & 2" In the second one there is a scene with a honey badger that gets a hold of a guys boot and he ends up dragging it across the desert because it wouldn't let go. I don't know if the movies hold up to time but it was hilarious then.

Of the course the internet has it. Still decently funny in a dry British humor kind of way.

That actor has some balls to pick that little fucker up.

She's got nice tits
 
This for some reason reminded me about the kid I paid to clean up the poop in my backyard, it took him about nine months before he figured out I didn’t have a dog.
 
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So that was YOU in the wooly boogers....must have been close to the 16/21 junction :).
Jct. of 16 & 21 is big city compared to the place I was at.
About 40 miles east of Huntsville on the 412, turn south about 20 miles on some dirt road and then turn east again on some dirt road for about 15 miles.
So far out there that they don't even know they are in Arkansas....it's like a different planet or something.
And yea, I know that hill on the 16/21 jct very very well.....mad wrecks every time it ices or snows.
Stupid fuckers intentionally made that 180 hairpin right at the bottom of a long steep hill.....no reason for it at all.
 
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