Blacktail Deer Plateau The Hunt.

This was the third hole Thorleif had dug, and by far the deepest. 

Overcoming his fear of deer was one thing, but when he became cocksure of himself with a healthy dose of sheer stupidity, Thorleif ended up becoming an jaw dropping force of idiocy.  He had now been actively pursuing deer by digging into gopher holes, coming to the obvious conclusion that the easiest way to hunt deer was to dig into their burrows.  

Curiously enough, there had only been gophers in the holes.  All of whom had escaped, as Thorleif's eyes were on a bigger prize.  A prize that didn't exist.
He paused.  He heard a scratching sound.  And... was that snarling?

All of a sudden the dirt in front of him exploded outwards into his face and in it's place was an animal of some sort.  Short legs attached to a grey body and a big white head with black stripes.  It snarled again, this time directly at Thorleif.  He backed away, confused.  The smaller creature, a badger, had also been digging through gopher holes in search of... well... gophers.  Gophers which Thorleif scared away.

The badger leapt out of the dirt towards Thorleif, causing him to turn and run.  Unfortunately, he was not fast enough, and the badger clamped down on his tail.  Thorleif flew rather than ran, his feet barely touching the ground.  He shot through the forest, losing track of all direction in his panic, with the badger in tow.