Greetings, Elvis!
  On 22 May 98, Elvis Hargrove entered the following ASCII codes for the 
express viewing pleasure of Bill Wunsch:
 EH> Hee Hee!  We have VERY few Badgers down here.... I've seen two in thirty
 EH> plus years in the brush.  They're called Talcoyotes and our local two
 EH> legged indiginous species, is scared to death of them.
One time, when I was about 12 or so, I was walking to school in the company 
of my dog (yes, he used to go to school, too) and he was making quite a 
racket barking down a hole in a field beside the road.  I wandered over to 
see what the fuss was about, and when I looked down the hole, something 
snarled at me and I lit out running like the devil himself was after me.  
Scared the beegeebees out of me.  I imagined a lion hot on my tail.  After I 
calmed down and thought things through, I decided it was just a badger that 
couldn't go down any deeper than he was.  Considering the damage bager holes 
did to machinery (in the days of farming by horse, you could easily loose a 
good animal as it was easy to break a leg by stepping in one of those things) 
no farmer passed up an opportunity to rid the country side of one those 
creatures, so they were not too common any more.  The bager was one of those 
"I mind my own business, and you mind your own business" kind of critters and 
there was no need to fear them.  However, they had a tough hide, long claws 
and very mean looking teeth, and when backed into a corner, were a very 
formidable foe.
 EH> That's allegedly the main reason the "Texas Taildragger" came to be.
Sounds like a nice machine.  I ofter wondered what a 150 would be like if you 
transplanted the 150 horses from a SuperCub into it.  With those big flaps, 
you should be able to get in and out of anything.
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