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I grew up on a reservation, and the only time I’ve ever felt scared was on the Blackfoot res. In Montana I felt like those fuckers would kill you for a dime and give you 5 cents, change, a cop told me if you break down take everything you can carry and leave, cause your truck won’t be there in the morning…..
Yup. That's the one. I Googled it. Funny thing there, I had a couple of drinks in the bar at the casino hotel on the edge of town. At the time it was just full of drunk Natives. I told the bartender they were doing it wrong. You need drunk white people to make an Indian casino bring in money. After chatting with him a bit, it turned out he he had moved there from a Rez in New Mexico. I wonder how bad it was in New Mexico to make him think it was an upgrade.
Could have been, I don't know anything about that tribe, never been that far north in the Dakotas.
We did a lot of farming, ranching and putting up hay on the res. You didn't want to be "around town" (Fort Thompson) after dark when they got their gov checks...fire water and poors don't mix well. I broke down in the middle of the day putting up hay, had to go to town (Chamberlain) to get parts, and needed to finish putting up a quarter of hay before dad got home the next day. Around 11pm I'm still on the tractor baling and see headlights pull onto the approach at the far end of the pasture. Then I see someone walking around the vehicle, it was pretty far off, but someone was walking in front of the headlights and behind the tail lights. Figured it was some drunks, and they were coming out to steal anything they could get off of me. A few minutes later there's a red chevy pickup sliding sideways in front of my tractor to a stop...it was my dad, he was a fishing guide on the weekends, and the next day got cancelled for the same storm I was trying to finish baling hay before it rolled through. He opens the cab of the tractor, grabbed me by the collar and threw me down on the ground...then asked why I was still working, when I was supposed to be in town (not on the res) at the dance. Nothing like getting in trouble for not going out...the parts bill didn't even phase him, and it was about $500...that was in the late '80's when $500 was a lot of money for a farmer/rancher...or at least it was for us.
Only time I’ve almost been robbed was in Browning, Montana on the Blackfoot res. Lucky for me I was well armed.
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If the situation was reversed the left would be protesting (mostly peacefully
) and calling for that person's employment to be terminated!
When I was in college I worked in the oil fields in the Four Corners area and spent lots of time on the Navajo , Ute and Jicarilla reservations servicing wells and compressors. The worst place was the Bisti Badlands on the Navajo. Unbearably hot in the summer and brutally cold in the winter. During the summer always carried a shovel to fend of rattlers that always were hanging around well sites. In the winter storms would roll in quickly on the plateau and you always had to be prepared just in case you got stuck in the middle of nowhere. Never will forget all the bucks standing in line at the Copper Penny liquor store at the crack of dawn waiting for the drive up window to open. It seemed like every night a few would get run over while walking on old highway 666 after staggering out of a bar.
That sounds just like on the res back home. There was a res run/owned liquor store across the road from my uncle's gas station, they would be lined up around the building when gov checks came out...and staggering down the side of the road when the sun went down. Probably staggering down the road in the middle of the day too, but I was only going passed there in the morning and the evening. There weren't any bars on the res at that time, they all closed up, couldn't afford to stay open and keep repairing damage from the idiots. Pretty sad really.
But hey, they had "free" health care, social services, gov checks, gov housing...liberal utopia.
The best part of having kids is having grandkids!!Nobody told me that being Babaw was so much more fun than being Dad
Even more fun when you skip having kids and marry a grandmother with grandchildren. You spoil the hell out of them, introduce them to all kinds of mischief, fill them with fables, myths, wild-exaggerated stories, etc., about their relatives... then send them home to their parents. And never have to go through the cost and burden of your own children. I managed to do this twice! 
Tell me this place is near you.
Cuz I am coming to visit
