drawn from memories of going hunting as a sub-teeny bopper --
on at least one trip I clearly remember one kid carrying the gun and another kid carrying the bullet -- it seemed only fair at the time -- then a few years later stumbling across a badger (solo) but with the most defensive Border Collie I've ever met -- anyway -- it's copyrighted as THE BADGER'N DAWG (c) BEE

Me'n my brother 'n our old dawg 'n the kid from across the road
Went out 'a-huntin' along the crick -- couple 'a weeks ago
With a Barlow knife and a .22 for whatever game was there
Moose or two or a caribou or a big ol' grizzly bear

Now the first show was we shot a crow but he up't 'n flew away
Then we found a catamount track followed him half a day
We built a campfire up on the bank jes' like yer 'sposed to do
Et some peanut butter 'n jam 'n called it Rabbit Stew

Then we settled back to smoke some cigareets and talk awhile
Hell, we ain't scared 'a-nuthin' man, this huntin' fits our style
Out in the woods there aint' no grown-up chores or giggly girls
Maybe some day we won't come back - jes' hunt clear round the world!

But that ol' dawg was 'a-sniffin' 'round this hole that was in the bank
When a big ol' badger come down the crick, movin' like a tank
That dawg took him and he took for his hole but the fire got in the way
If that .22'd 'a-been loaded, man we'd 'a-blowed him clean away

When the badger'n'dawg come through the fire it looked like judgement day
We's 'a-cussin' 'n yellin' 'n sickin' 'im on, kickin' fire ever' which way
Somehow John got smacked in the head with the barrel of the .22
And he fell in the fire 'n burned his pants when the badger'n'dawg come through

When the smoke cleared all that we could hear was a kind of a muffled bark
That ol' dawg was buried in the bank clean up to his hind parts
And I was bit and John was burnt but a lesson we learned that day --
That badger'n'dawg is a fearsome beast 'n y'better not git in his way!

melody is a bastardized version of Uncle Dave Macon's "Stayed in the Wagon Yard"

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