I was sitting on a perfect natural tree stand once and a fellow in old military style camo came running by making panicky crying sounds with no bow in hand and a large badger hot on his heals. Never thought about shooting at the badger and I never saw the guy again. Maybe it ate him. I do know that one should never play with baby badgers. Mama comes at you like a warp drive flying carpet. If it were not for the acceleration of my motorcycle I would have been damaged. I think that they are protected in many states. Fierce and beautiful predators, one of those creatures that keeps the outdoors feeling like a wild place, where ever they exists.