A badger (north american kind) tried to make its home under the gravel road leading to my Grandmother's cabin in north east Minnesota when I was about 9. My dad, uncle and I went out to try and scare it off. Needless to say my uncle brought his .22 and my dad grabbed a 12 guage. Once we got to the spot where the badger was digging its burrow it started to snarl at us from the moth of the burrow. This is when my Uncle made it angry by shooting it with the .22. He bounced a .22 off the critters skull. This is when it charged and got hit with the 12 guage. Needless to say the 12 guage did the job. The hole it was digging was pretty big and a pain to have to fill in. The skin is somewhere in my Grandma's garage.