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!
Mountain Crow Outfitters is offering a once in a lifetime opportunity to one enrolled member of the Crow Tribe. In the month of April, there is going to be a buffalo hunt and it is going to be done traditionally with the buffalo being taken with a bow. We will be selecting one high school student over the age of 14 who has never had the opportunity to harvest a buffalo and wants to experience the challenge of bow hunting! Mountain Crow Outfitters will train and provide the equipment needed to fulfill the hunt. Mountain Crow Outfitters is seeking sponsors to enable a Crow young person to learn the traditional ways of hunting. The Crow Reservation is located in Big Horn County the most impoverished county in the United States. Specific criteria will be adhered to when choosing this young Crow native: excellent academic standing, proven leadership abilities, good school attendance, and an overall positive outlook. Why? We feel that by teaching youth to hunt both traditionally and by understanding modern conservation that parallels Crow Native ways; we will begin to transform the young hunters on the Crow Reservation. We will be teaching both hunter safety and respect of the Crow natural resources. Mountain Crow Outfitters will be filming this hunt and your support will be included in the credits on a national hunting network through the Pursuit Channel.
Here is a list of the items needed to make this a successful and learning experience. Your generosity is greatly appreciated and we hope that this seminal hunt will be the basis of a program here on the Crow Reservation that is repeated yearly and grows to include many teens! The hunter will need: a bow, six arrows, practice tips, a knife, a hunting pack, hunting boots and clothing, and broadhead tips for the hunt.
Chaz Bends – Tim Pease – Aubrey GoodLuck
Mountain Crow Outfitters Team 406-679-3353
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.
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.
When I first moved to Lodge Grass, Montana, I kept hearing about the “Hoot” Colony that was my closest neighbor to the south. Visions of retired Hooters girls danced in my head! I figured it was a ” retirement colony” for all those beautiful (exploited-lol) girls. Last night, I had the privilege of a visit from the Hoots! Sorry guys, this is a Hutterite Colony of 30 folks that live in a communal retreat here in Montana. They were (I believe) originally from the AnaBaptist Sect that left Germany to flourish in the religious tolerance of our great country. ( http://www.hutterites.org/ )
Religious Tolerance and satire were alive and well in France till this last week when senseless slaughter of bright satirical minds led this writer to think of the two most important elements of our freedom and what guarantees them!
While our local Hoots are pacifist, they are protected by Freedom of Religion and Freedom of Speech – all guaranteed by the 2nd Amendment. I can satirically write about them and we can all laugh with visions of Hooters girls dancing in our heads!
Pope Francis yesterday condemned religious fundamentalism as a “deviant form of religion” that “eliminates God by turning Him into a mere ideological pretext,” I love this Pope – he does not play with words!
So, while I wrote on Facebook – ” Hmmmm, France has strict anti-gun laws…now how is that working out for ya?” I am thankful for our religious freedoms and our laws that allow us to carry a weapon if we choose. (not that I ever would)… Thankful I live in Montana surrounded by Native Crow people and beauty and yes…Hoots that personify a simpler time!
Now for all the guys that clicked the link because it said “HOOTERS”
I kept getting advertisements on Facebook “buy coffee from The Sasquatch Coffee Company” and I kept thinking Oh geez another company trying to make a fast buck off my buddy Squatch. I finally started tooling through their website ( http://squatchcoffee.com/ ) and somehow landed on the “free sample”! I enrolled because heck it was free and figured nothing would happen!
Bam, Sasquatch comes knocking on my door! Well, in the form of some good good coffee! Allow me to digress – 20 years ago, South Korea (pre Starbucks), and I had to send to the states for good coffee (Pete”s Coffee). So, I love love love good coffee! I opted for the Howl in the Night coffee “A dark french roast offering a caramelized taste accenting the pronounced earthy quality of Sumatran beans, complete with a deep deep complex body”. This coffee is so so so good! It has a taste that Sasquatch and I both enjoy – earthy, woody, with a long aftertaste that is so incredible.
I will have this coffee with me this next season of Squatching up in the Big Horn Mountains here in Lodge Grass, Montana – I know, I saw Sasquatch this last year near treeline up near Windy Point. Don’t try to 4wheel up because it is Crow Indian only! Reservation Sasquatch – and yes, he has been seen many times and I have listened to many stories involving the Big Horns and Sasquatch. Well, that is another story!
Thank You for the great coffee –
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One of the most quintessential moments in a young man’s life is when he first takes the life of an animal. I spent many many hours with my father trapping in Ohio as I grew up. It all started with a Daisy BB gun that he bought me when I was eight years old. My mother had a fit but my father prevailed. (Mom thought I was too young) My father hauled me all over Ohio and Canada in pursuit of fish and fur. Until I was in fifth grade, he would always kill whatever we trapped or hunted.
I remember being about a mile from our home in Concord, Ohio and checking traps we had set a couple days before and discovering a big old coon. I had my trusty Remington 22 single shot bolt action rifle but knowing I could not shoot without my father, I trekked home. I brought my dad back to the trapped coon – one leg caught in a Victor #2 leg hold trap. My dad asked me if I would shoot it. I was surprised because it was the first time he had ever asked. I chambered a round and pointed the gun toward the raccoon and fired. I missed by about a foot and almost shot my dad in the leg. My dad gently said to me – don’t close your eyes when your aiming and try again. I shot and can still see the quick death of that raccoon in my minds eye. Skinned it, fleshed it, and stretched it and finally went to Cooper’s Hide Shop to sell all our hides. (Mom would always freak out if we were busy and just left the raccoon in the deep freezer to skin later – we thought it was funny leaving em with their head peaking up from under the venison!)
I trapped many more raccoon and red fox and too many muskrat to count and even one beaver. My fondest memories are preparing the traps by boiling them in bark and water till they were black and ready. Catching salmon to bait our traps (my father would reach right down in the river and grab them by the eyes) – Catching hawks in traps (by accident) and letting them loose – I thought the hawk would peck my eyes out. Learning about possum and seeing the babies in her pouch. I was taught respect both of guns and wildlife.
My good friend Kyle proudly showed me his son George’s first antelope the other day and I could not help but remember and know that George has stepped into manhood. I gave George a 22 rifle last year for Christmas with 100 rounds of ammo and the three of us
went beaver trapping. It is a good way to raise a child.
I am so thankful my father took me everyplace with him trapping, hunting and fishing. I don’t trap anymore but fish and bird hunt all the time. I am blessed to live in Montana where game is plentiful and moose and buffalo are in the freezer.
I collect my own sage, bear root and cedar to make smudge bundles. I always light sage or burn cedar before I pray. For well over a year I have prayed for one person and lit sage or cedar. Psalm 141:2 says, “Let my prayer be set before You as incense, the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.” and even the foreboding book of Revelation 5:8 speaks of “golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints”. No, I am no saint my transgressions are numerous and yet I continue to pray – not for myself – but thankful for where I live in the beauty of the Crow Reservation and for my few friends.
My friend Shawndae was talking about his girls and how much he loves them – and he said “I pray for them everyday”. That moved me!
I remember a t-shirt “Smudge Me Don’t Judge Me”
Smudging is a way to cleanse a space of all negative energy and spirits. I like to let the smudge “do the thinking” for me. The other night I lit a smudge (always before my evening prayers) and it just took over the room and the house. Thick caustic smoke cleansing everything. I thought to myself wow someone was really sending some negative spirits or energy to my home. I was thankful that the incense of smudge was lifting even my prayers.