Ashley ThreeIrons got mad at me because I did not write about Shannon a couple of years ago when I was writing about Kyle her husband. I really did not know Shannon back then –
Two years pass and a friend says “you could spend the rest of your life in Lodge Grass and be perfectly happy”.
Lodge Grass is a wonderful microcosm of the world – I have lived all over the world and choose Lodge Grass as home.
But what does that have to do with Shannon OldElk and why does she have such a cool last name. I saw Shannon dragging a washing machine down Main Street – chain wrapped around the machine and her old Toyota just a cruising along. I got a call from Roxy asking for $150 to bail Shannon out of jail – the Crow Indians got a
“landbuyback” money settlement – where the government is yet again buying up reservation land. A lot of folks got between $12,000 and $500,000 for their land – and bought mega-trucks to cruise the Rez! Yeah, Shannon sold a small piece and kept the rest of her land for her children! (I respect that) So, Shannon is driving down the highway in her $400 Toyota beater car and gets pulled over – the cop comes to her window and before he can say a word – Shannon says “I know why you pulled me over!” (the cop perplexed) says “why?” and she proceeds to say – “you pulled me over because yer jealous of my land buy back car!” of course it did not help that her plates were off the other Toyota.
I respect Shannon – over the course of three years, I have loaned her about $100 in increments of $10. She has always paid back! 100% payment which is amazing around here! I respect that!
Shannon has challenged me on many occasion – just last week when her son George got kicked out of school for “sexual harassment” (giving a fat kid a wedgie) she brought him to me because he needed a lesson. Well, the day wedgies are sexual harassment I will be damned – so for $20 he mowed the loan! I asked him after he got done if he learned his lesson? He said yep, I made $20 for giving a wedgie and did not have to go to school! Good Parenting on both Shannon and my part!
Shannon has challenged my morals – she once asked me”what is your…well you know…like I like to drink but what do you do that is wrong?” She was well into a good bottle of whiskey at the time – but it gave me pause for reflection. Yes, I know what I do that is “wrong”. I too have been deep into a bottle of whiskey and philosophy. We all have made mistakes, we all love and try to help each other and we plod
forward as a family.
Shannon OldElk is real! and I am glad that Shannon and her husband and her wonderful children whom I dearly love are part of my Lodge Grass Family!
Sometimes I just need to get up in the mountains – Wolf Mountains. Just need to release and seek peace at the 4H Pond.So, I sit relax – I don’t even fish! and just bask in the beauty! I am thinking I should climb up to the Lookout Tower and then walk the trail to the point – I was going to write “hike” instead of walk but that sounded arduous.
I walk out and this is my view! Chloe is all happy and running around and I look down and find a big ole bag a weed! I guess someone else had the same idea!
I take a minute for a stupid selfie – and remember the text I sent my best bro Woody before I left ” if I am not back in a week, come looking”
Yep, jinxed myself – jump in to start for home and dead – nothing – and I climb out and smile and push start the old FJ60 to life – dirt roads rattled a small starter wire loose. I guess I need to be more careful with my thoughts!
Lots of snow – Wolf Mountains
still Ugly I aint got no
Not making it up to the spring today – got the winch wired up so had to try…
Headed back down – last year at this spot I had a Mountain lion and three kittens!
New – Winch and long shadows –
Celebrated my 50th birthday today! What a great day for change and moving forward – toward 60. Well, a FJ60 – a 1982 Toyota Land Cruiser FJ60. I love old trucks and this blog was started as a way to keep track of my old trucks…Yes, it needs MT’s and windows tinted – rusty and dented mountain rig!
Just sharing a great day!
Sasquatch Huntin Mobile
Here on the Crow Reservation a guy was charged with taking an elk out of season and off reservation! Throw him in jail! Fine him! Seize his weapons of elk destruction! Hold on now – wait wait wait….something about a pesky Indian Treaty? Are those still valid? Come on this is the 21st Century – The Crow Rez, where I proudly live, jive and survive, was originally – get this – 38 million acres! (Fort Laramie Treaty 1851) Way to much land for one tribe! Sarcasm aside – it was reduced in 1868 Fort Laramie Treaty to a mere 8 million acres. Oh, but it does not stop – over the next years through “Congressional Acts” the reservation was reduced to a mere 2.3 million acres! So – 38 million minus 2.3 million equals ? Theft in the first degree! The Crow Elders were wise in respect to hunting and fishing and they slipped in this pesky little clause into the 1868 Fort Laramie Treaty that states – Article 4 gives the Crow tribe “the right to hunt on the unoccupied lands of the United States so long as game may be found thereon, and as long as peace subsists among the whites and Indians on the borders of the hunting districts.”
Nice move Crow Elders! Clayvin Herrera, a friend and Captain of Crow Fish and Game was cited with fulfilling the wishes of the Crow Elders that wrote this clause into the Fort Laramie Treaty! He took an elk off the reservation but still within tribal hunting grounds. So, explain to me how this is a crime? The United States took 35.7 million acres from the Crow and now we are worried about elk? Or are we worried about Indians leaving the reservation to hunt? I say case dismissed! Don’t waste more tax dollars when native education, drug education, hunting education, and a myriad of other concerns need addressed. Or, to quote Ted Nugent – “Take your kids hunting so you don’t have to hunt for your kids” I encourage everyone to cruise on over to support Clayvin- and buy one of his cool t-shirts! He created this design to raise money and awareness for his fight to uphold the 1868 Fort Laramie Treaty.
on the back –
My birthday is coming up – the big five oh – 50! I am growing my hair and goatee long to celebrate and it will all commence on April 15th! One of my buddies asked me what if ya got $50k for your birthday – what would you do?
I thought about that all weekend long – the truck broke down again and looks like a water pump needs replaced. But wow, $50k kinda like lottery winner time. I know what I would do –
I would buy/mount an old Alaskan Camper to my old diesel truck – pack up my meager possessions and go out on the road. Chloe would ride shotgun and I would plot my course all over these backroads USA. I would visit Facebook friends, friends that supported me when I was down and almost out, one Hell’s Angel that saved my life, a Mormon kid that I owe, my old classmates, my old students, Curns, Hank Will – and my cuzins far and wide, my favorite medicine man in Arizona, not my ex-wife (cause I wanna live to 51) ! I would travel and say thank you to all the great people that created me and keep a log of all of it! Then publish that log in what is called a book!
Then I would come back to Lodge Grass, Montana and settle – because really this is my home. I love this rundown, poor community. Real people live here – good people – even tweekers with good hearts.
A man can dream….
So many years ago – teaching high school English and Creative Writing in Pinon, Arizona – one female student said to me “my dad would be a redneck if he weren’t an Indian?”. Her dad is a good friend of mine and it has left me wondering for the last fifteen years – because her dad is a redneck! (and yes, I am a card carrying Redneck and look at the term in a positive complimentary fashion – no hood required)
Today, out with my bro Claude Dawes here on the Crow Rezervation picking up hay bales left behind by the Westwood Ranch farmer. Waste not want not – and Claude pulls up in a Ford F450 hauling a tow-motor meant to lift bee hives on the truck – he careens down the side of the hill and we strap and load two, one ton, bales of hay! Claude is a redneck! He is the head of security for the Crow Tribal Chairman and drives a monster truck that I call Ta Tonka !
Fifteen years after the question – yes, I think an Indian can be a Redneck!
(Disclaimer: the usage of the color “red” in no way is meant to be pejorative as in Washington Redskins)
The Nightway ceremony is a major curative ceremony
which restores harmony. It invokes the Yeis, a
special category of Holy People who are inclined to
help the Navajo. A nine day ceremony, it is
performed during the cold months when there is no chance of being hit by lightning and when the snakes
are hibernating. ( http://www.rivertradingpost.com/yeibichai.htm)
Imagine a waking dream, held down by the lead Yei at a Yeibichai as he ritualistically cuts lines in your feet laterally one after another with an obsidian stone knife and daring not to move but in calm acceptance. A red ochre Indian suddenly appears and hold up his hand to – stop – and the Yei disappears.
My dream several nights ago has the oxymoronic symbolism of opposites. A Yei that inflicts cuts in a curative process and the one who is to be healed in red ochre stops the cutting.
I remember living in Greasewood, Arizona and waking at 2 am looking out the window and seeing a lone Yei walking in the night – but that was years ago.
A dream, my dream, the other night…
Time – Pink Floyd – Dark Side of the Moon
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Sometimes I wonder why people show up at my door? Why people want to spend time with me? I am a recluse that loves meeting people, hearing their stories, and then they go away – thankfully. Is this oxymoronic at best?
My life’s goal and dream is to own an old truck and old Alaskan truck Camper and just have enough money to travel place to place seeing and experiencing the mundane and ordinary and celebrating it! One friend says “you are so specific in your wants, in what little you buy – albeit expensive – but odd”. What does that mean? I could simplify to almost nothing and live.
Why do people come back – to have me entertain?I was friend requested by one person that actually interests me –
and the poignancy of Bukowski –
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.