To call that rusty dull hunk of metal an axe is pushing it, but I was concerned about his toes I must admit. My father suggested he use a pick axe. It was scaring me, so I switched it ouf for the axe. Did not have or could not find the sledge hammer. I think the handle on it busted.
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Originally Posted by colorider
Phobias are for irrational fears. Fear of junk ripping badgers is perfectly rational. Those things are nasty.