I was coming back from Kansas late one night and needed a bathroom really bad, so I stopped at Ben Lomond Gun Club to use a portajohn. Decided to look around afterwards with a flashlight and pick up some brass while I was there.
I was on range 4, and hear a wierd clicking noise. There was two badgers that had come out of a den dug into one of the side berms, and they were rather pissed that I'd disturbed their peaceful evening. The clicking was them snapping their jaws. They couldn't see me because I had my Jeep parked and running, with the headlights shining down the range.
I just moved over to another range and let 'em be. Yeah, looking for brass at 2am with a flashlight, I'm pretty fucked up I guess.![]()